Tag: original poem
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Pizza after the play
Rise from greener like a Phoenix Performance tonight in the Helix Dad’s got a tape of the play, slán a rang a sé I wasn’t born in the eighties You were born to ape me, hand open almoner Slice haeped with bacon, oil from Naples Like a saint’s blood, every bite delightful It turns me…
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Stillorgan
Looking at her aura like I’m watching a film in the Stillorgan Ormonde Coming out, orienting finding the tip of Viscount Lord Allen’s Obelisk Walking through Glenalbyn, snapshot memories Old photo album perambulated Shuttered swimming pool where I won my only ever sports medal Once cut my foot getting into the pool on the metal…