Tag: irish writer
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Hidden Ritual
In 1971 the Devil released a book and an album After a millennium in the pit he had a head full of tunes Every good guitarist owing and betrothed Every decent singer owes him their throat’s gold Arousal at fame’s suggestion, their souls by deed his at the moment of their disposal All the pills…
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Appalachian Mountain Earthquake
A mountain range billion of years old The Irish mind cold to Freud have peopled its forests with voidlings Half things, old kings, horse fish and changelings We don’t usually get earthquakes out here but this one split the ridge What terrible things, ancient a million years before men lived, to whom mountains are midges…
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Antics
My aim still as buddha, trained on fiends with soon-sad mothers Spray it like squeezed milk udders, no snake kin snakeskin makes my brothers I’ll get elevated, cite proverbs, cause problems with strong verbs My converts converse in hushed tones, my throne gold but most bones Cheese goliath amount of rats I have to manage…
Alchemisland 