Tag: poem
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City Leftovers
Most go to Oz like colony convicts Conflicts at home send them on wings wanderings Every country needs bar people, know Irishman know drinks Eventually convince someone to like you, bottle her like Brinks Even when half the men are gone I can’t get her number in They wonder why I’m not gone too, slumbering…
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ALLHALLOWS80
Not me In a binliner shroud, dressed as Darth Vader 1980 My costume cumbersome, made navigation difficult, but my swag sack weighty Sustained me through suburban circumnavigation Sheer elation at sweeties.
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Gracemaker
She elevates a room like faint background Mozart Half painted backroom like some’ from Mos Eisley Full of boxes like the exciseman’s prize, not fit for Her Highness At her full height with arms astride and legs apart, my Vitruvian venusian woman Women in Dublin Weak for cuddling, her eyes start puddling Her eyes leak…
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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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Ninth Hour in Paddy Power
Still in with a chance, each way bet slip billowing in the wind whipping the bookie smoking area where a junkie is chilling Full of jellies you can tell and smell a pill head The race has started I hear tramping cavalry charging in Bet is a sure thing, your man said Gives good tips…
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