Tag: ireland
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Lavabo
Martello Tower on snotgreen Though we no more fear Napoleen Saint Stephen’s stoning Twenty three murder’s number Twenty sixth, Christ amanger be Mangy animals bleating, sent inside Myrrh barely covering manure scent Lá an Dreoilín, this year Dé Céadaoin Draoí and éan combine, in mind Stirring mystical archetypes Fairy tissues wishful on trees. Lather in…
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Horseman
Capped coachman holding court to a wall Fuck all happening this evening If Harold’s Cross I must be fuming Smack lacking few men I know And where are they now? Cowper Or Dundrum in fairy tale gaffs, eating escargot Quoting Descartes o’er cards, some ego I cogito. Today, in the rain, done three laps of…
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Tenement Child
No minging SIPTU yet Buildings in situ since age knows who Cén aois thú? Since poulaine boots sought thingmote justice, since ringforts. Cornmarket in view, take left to but never take a Liberty Homeless wretch jellied gums in climes gelid stitchless atishoos Cold knotting around filth-berotted neck a firmly noose Got pox in Monto knocking…
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The Settling of Ogygia
Tide’s navel stirred as Hera’s rage at Zeus’ infidelity Thirty days pacing decks scarce enduring four abreast Until palm’d nest God’s lambent dove alights, wave-breasting Halcyon Effulgent battalions engaging a cloud Actium, trining lightning cracking Like bones ensconced in the fierce wrestling holds of Kleostratos Cackling sisters of world-weighted Atlas, themselves ballasted Lashed to sails…
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St. Stephen, no wren friend
Somewhere in Dublin a frigid forecourt in storm North King Street worming behind Four Courts Wet catchyourdeath chill alright, oldtown silhouette Later belching towers’ll smoulder there, giant cigarettes Nearby St. Stephen’s lazaret Outside which stabbed faction fighters are left after a decent Donnybrook Melee broke out, two villages a single scrimmage Such blood spillage a…
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