Tag: rare auld times
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St. Stephen, no wren friend
Somewhere in Dublin a frigid forecourt in storm North King Street worming behind Four Courts Wet catchyourdeath chill alright, oldtown silhouette Later belching towers’ll smoulder there, giant cigarettes Nearby St. Stephen’s lazaret Outside which stabbed faction fighters are left after a decent Donnybrook Melee broke out, two villages a single scrimmage Such blood spillage a…
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HEWKER
Tonight I will visit a tib First, a tipple Dripping amber drink, enfolding sap Gold-fleeced sheep’s rippling hair Flesh’s ink my digging nib sinks into Go slowly with me, Monto’s most innocent soul Epipsychidion, lost tribe Midian claiming descent from Abraham Taking clam handfuls, dandy plootered on hop-sud dram, self balm Bloom hand of hidden…
Alchemisland 