Tag: ireland
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Town Drunk
One among us 32 rungs up Jacob’s Ladder Rum-drunk gin junkie in sulky cups, his sullen sulcus sodden A silenus in wanton His ruddy complexion a lumpy, bumpy skein of dinosaur hide Trapped in the Montana Sand Sixty five million yeas before Christ died, lying waiting. His tapering nose alike an awl Encompassing his own…
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Goddess milk
Dressed as mortals might but could never Dressed as and of the sea Troy-bound triremes odyssey across bluegreen dress Eastgoing westfromers foamgoing Her skin the white horses decreasing to diminution At the lapping enfolding shore, where beachcombers Stow cuttlefish bones periwinkle shells in shawls and sodden burlaps Occident’s orient, backward’s front Facade of the willingly…
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Vanity ending
Dull sanity’s surfeit blanches planned child planet, and all vanity Vanishes as gleaming spires millennia highering are lain as Atlantis Below below cold cod-cursed Atlantic, with Hy-Brasil and the Yanks Seven years before the apocalypse, Ireland will sink in mercy to the Irish More frequent dreams of a red Mersey screaming, gleaming slaughterine Sun’s horses’…
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Tara of the Kings
Smoking joints in the trenches surrounding Tara Barring Yank crowds and cawing crows no sounds Snakeless pre and post-Patrick, Catholic mythmaker Using shamrocks to illustrate Christian hat tricks Patron saint of patience waiting on eighths High samhraidh on Tara’s hills, Dowth-surrounded Bizzarre visions, ancestral visitations, cognitive invasions Solar placement, erection without precedent We see them,…
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