Tag: ireland
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Riot
A stabbed child leaks excuses Inside them resides the urge, hidden like a demiurge Dublin City like the Purge: it burns it burns it burns Thick necked Gards in riot gear cordoning off O’Connell Street Pallid ghouls selling gear, Bordening off lifespans at O’Connell’s feet Where dark delights meet plain daylights and the junk-blue vein…
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Vision of Antique Province
Ptolemaic maps of Ireland, forts and shipeating cliffs Clothless bard kernes carving out vexing stone glyphs Satires they penned could legacies strip Women faming as chiefs and warriors, Corn kings denippled and drowned in pits The bog the bog that gives the fire, the bog with dead is rich Benbulben of the doors is the…
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James Joyce Vampire Direction
Thanatological inclinations push me from my bed Sanguine susurrations, your blood sings to my head My patience like thinning mercury, my tightening grip Orgiastic flashes of wounds and dripping whips When I’m done his blood gets drained Leave bleak crime scenes men get insaned His claws brandished but his body maimed Bellied blood swims, his…
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Future is Thick
Cruel gangs bisect the turf Skinahans lot in the Beacon South Quarter Scartel everything between Aungier Street and the Liberty Stone Liberated from a Church Normandy named, sitting before boss’ throne A symbol to which fealty is offered Young lads swearing they have no skin in the game Cheffed up, found eyeless, no skin hung…
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