Tag: life
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Raised Good
I’m a Prince contending with life on an open road, used to glimmering places I have relations in Limerick, mostly Norman, Father and Uncles are Knights of Glin Vast bay windows signal light in, filtered through satin curtains it has the tallow, marshmallow hue of candlelight It makes the favoured brass candelabra to shine like…
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Execution, Noble Death of Martyr Sparks Tears on Mary’s Cheek
Red the rod of punishment, testament to our eventual end Commencing with a rain of descending shells wailing like Djinn A long reign of hell unto ceaseless bloodshed Welcoming easeful death Deck slick with blood Red as runover berry punnets Yield of past melees vast upon Avast ye, cast eyes upon bold bastard William Turner…
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Feelings Lately #10333202
My brother enjoying the Final Shape Propensity for playing Destiny Dual pistols duelling missiles old west All week he’s been obsessed Kill streak has Shaxx impressed I’m stressed with work, back smoking cigarettes I’m writing more poems than ever to less interest This home isn’t our nest but no sign of the next A text…
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Fashion Question
I was out on a quest Gone to visit mam’s cat Received fashion inquest One’s arm where a gat Goes at a drive by They drove by then smiled slyly, glided alongside me Driver beeped his horn At headphone removal ears form “Sorry boss if this is bad form. I’ve a stag to attend Need…
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Parallax View Few Dubliners Relaxing
Fourscore, twenty past four A haze of dancing spores Where the sun shines glorious Grounds on which I left spurious The office is too tedious For a day this radiant Shirts and tshirt days here rare Few and far between, I was furious Wasting time for a traitor’s dime Money, that whore do not that…
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Definitely Getting In
We started early Gig’s in Marlay No sign of Jacob Names and numbers like a parley On paper in my parlour Scarlet to ring you so early How’s your mother? Grand sure, listen Have you got powder? Ten minutes, sound brudder I’m in me kitchen, yeah Gonna be a growler alri’. Think I’m seeing the…
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Crust Punk Scene
Thinking back to my days as a crust punk It was cans everyday before I smoked skunk Looking back can’t imagine what she thought, mum I smoked, screamed, pierced myself and battered drums All my mates over all the time doing what they couldn’t At home, always people explored shadows they normally wouldn’t Around me,…
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Mrs Dempsey
Speak plain before you, no plans Here because I love my mam I’ll say it with open hands, eyes on palms I gesticulate the psalms She’s open hearted I think I am too, apple never falls farther I’m the child who came after disaster Wild but eventually mild, we have laughter Now but then it…
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Love You (Aggressively)
After a steinful she’s shameful and of that shame I’m praiseful, partaking full Smoke so much weed our minds are dull Full of forgotten compliments I sulk and forget what sent me there Impediment to action becomes action, I’m mad I care You are my medicare My bald head’s fair Samson hair You get immune…
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How We Met
Tender as His Mercy Love can happen from Tinder On profiles we tender ourselves How can you expect affection when you won’t lend yourself to anyone a red second Wanted first, had second, third had no objection Never been an also ran, never had a second plan, self assured I’m iron man I’m not overcautious…