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Night pamphlet
Finding meaning and being moved by moon movement Like wall decals in an indecisive gal’s room Rooted stars abandon their routes Nightsky a bric-a-brac bazaar of spent Titans And skewered lightlings whose expired brightnesses lie to us about paradises The holy rood of the old Tsars empallids the right road, the tighter path Strung out…
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Was it the driver?
Frame 313 at Dealey P, non PG scenes Getting PG tips off deep throated loose lips G men sweeping the gnoll for casings, fact erasing Gangs of deadheads tail chasing Knelt as it to tie my laces, it’s coming on I recognise the signs of the change Tasting, for what else is blood made? Plying…
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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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Now it’s out Slayer’s life must be lived without doubt A trader in court cases, usually young bowing out No barcodes or labels what I’m slinging out Police scanner, reaching across to grab a hand, yelling “Duck down!” No scanning at checkout, checking out my duckdown, youthful fountain If you wanna show fealty, I’ll get…
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