Tag: poet
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Babies
In family way after rolling in grass with a classy soldier from Galway Needled in a haystack, crack packed with man wax Wiping hay off each other’s backs, tells her he’s recalled to action Cleopatra and Marc Antony before Actium, affection in anguish Branding each other with elegant irons, defiant despite fate’s impliancy Tossing fresh…
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Tara of the Kings
Smoking joints in the trenches surrounding Tara Barring Yank crowds and cawing crows no sounds Snakeless pre and post-Patrick, Catholic mythmaker Using shamrocks to illustrate Christian hat tricks Patron saint of patience waiting on eighths High samhraidh on Tara’s hills, Dowth-surrounded Bizzarre visions, ancestral visitations, cognitive invasions Solar placement, erection without precedent We see them,…
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Jean’s genes
I remember when my mother used to hold me When the world revolved around me, Ptolemy Even close to breast I was lonely, disposition stoney Now I’m older I’m even stonedered, Ireland’s highest high king Out hiking feeling like a violent virulent viking, Silkenbeard’s minting Phone screen down in case it’s a side ting Google…
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Stymy those syllables
Don’t get hung up, might get strung up One more word you’ll never earn young’s antonym You’ll never mutter at the first wrinkle in the mirror Fucked with a nutter and got murdered When I talk, never have to ask if I stuttered When you talk, it’s speak up, you muttered Bleeding out in the…
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Postolympiad
Back at the athlete village, booze stocks getting pillaged Locks knocked off lockers with rocks Two time bronzers running around with outed cocks Fiends open-throated usually confined to strict diet Eating like Laestrygonians, going everywhere All the Olymypians loaded, decoded off two beers The tools are at play, swaying on medalled feet They chat easily…
Alchemisland 