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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…

  alchemisland

  9th Jan 2026

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• chokingsmoker

  Every time I show up hammering Everyone following me like Hamelin Your charisma David Cameron My vibe Boccaccio’s Decameron No day promised, empty annals save today and all yesterdays I spent all yesterday blazed, safe Railroad how I go underground Katabasis, man beneath the mounds Trees disappearing like Tom Bombadil was around Rolling bombs downhill…

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  12th Aug 2024

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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…

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  21st Jul 2024

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• Yellow Rose

  She grows that garden rose  Grows without control  Sweet smells climb up my nose  Everything goes on under my nose Without my knowing. She is a rose Her billowing robe flows like abundant sap Chinese female gold, her dress is yellow orpiment  Her shift in yellow also, gem of the orchard She is a scorching…

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  10th May 2024

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• Mind the Parish

  Come around Kilmacud  Couldn’t call it hood  Still come around and buy me shrubs  Rent is high assures no shlubs  Three artisanal bakeries, only two pubs Come shape throwing around Balally Hope you don’t cross paths with Daddy.

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  8th May 2024

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