Tag: magic
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No Mood For Talking
To my patience and good nature Work is a cheese grater Make sure the spliff is ready when I’m home later I’m out in nature, in amongst it Early summer busy greenmarkering world walls, place of satyrs Part but apart, not parcel, nature’s separator A thin path for one abreast where two go, spacetheyateup Moving…
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Armoured Goodbye
He is wearing armour Whispering romance languages Sands stop seething through time’s vial, all is languid Mo chara, mo chroí, amor Tomorrow, ámararch, I march without sorrow You will die, she protests, Mairbh I go the way of all flesh and all armadas In the ground and beneath the sea They trade claddaghs He goeth…
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Lord of Riders
Who is a horse master Who would be our Rohan The Irish Gael or the Berber Zenata Performing tricks, Spinning Lando Vannata kicks On horseback The Commanche who came after screaming from the stone age to the frontier Spearpoint at the front of history Baptism at the font of misery.
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RIGHT, YOUNGFLA. TOWNTNI?
Out of ethanol Not one drop from the bottle Held upside down Shelves have fuck all Spent my morning drinking petrol full throttle. What time is love? Reads the train times at transcentral My dental plan is transcendental My hygienist sucks out plaqued mental faculties Here, there, on Grafton Street, on a black sand beach…
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HATEMYBIRD
I’m in a beer garden ranting at blokes I feel the feeling climbing me With dutch courage to bolster my confidence I am hardened My mother’s boy is a bard, kinship Mary Arden End of my rope, lads, end of my rope Slug of pint, worm of missed lip drink – ends on that smoke?…
Alchemisland 