Tag: memories

• STATUECRUMBLR

  Took a trip to Bath as part of my masonic passage My patron lends his patronage, boosting me up the ranks I’m rushing like tanks over sandbags, across no man’s land Toward my thirty third degree, wiser man than me  Decreed this the age of adulthood, when all childhood flees Freed of youth, the form…

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  25th Feb 2026

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• Stillorgan Stories

  Where I grew up Dublin city, well southside of it  Pale walls, far outside of it  Once a farm haven now a thriving  Young metropole  Tired of being bold selling metric ton bowls, tired old soul Perhaps earlier we had been pinched misdemeaning  We’d eat Aprile’s chips on the billboard of an evening Above Glenalbyn…

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  9th Jan 2026

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• Memories provoked by promptness of carriage

  Assisted steering drives me up onto the path To Vanir, there are no maps to the past But perhaps if I could just go faster Time would somehow collapse, elapsing backward in some fashion It feels so fresh, close enough to grasp But when I reach out and clasp Her image turns to ash Scenes…

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  5th Sep 2024

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• Chapters from a life, once upon a time

  I’ve got bags packed full of what you lack You’re like a seagull pack after my crisp packet Depending on how you act, how I swing the gavel Might have to get mediaeval, rack it Line of charlie I rack it, attack it Barrack condoning torture after Iraq, like a Harkonnen’s tactics on Arakkis Card…

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  12th Aug 2024

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• Utter loathing

  What lends meaning a moment I am a parchment-lacking Golem in a Prague apartment My empty head compartment hoping for consonants Once intermittent pain becomes constant I am not insane but in my own life acting as some alien Interfering from without, I am veering ever further south, pale  And grey the long and silent…

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  11th Aug 2024

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