Tag: town
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Dublin Types and Sorts
Indigents doing coke in the gents Wolfwhistling grabbing testicles, hassling safety glass 24 hour Texaco Ghent’s best offtake an edge, bald Mexican he bought it from His girl’s drug-gullet capacious as a pelican’s A 50s Guinness poster on a Christflank scratched mirror, as much reflection as pension book stamps are of a life A Toucan…
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Parallax View Few Dubliners Relaxing
Fourscore, twenty past four A haze of dancing spores Where the sun shines glorious Grounds on which I left spurious The office is too tedious For a day this radiant Shirts and tshirt days here rare Few and far between, I was furious Wasting time for a traitor’s dime Money, that whore do not that…
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Dublin May 2024
Man, Dublin has always been a dirty old town but lately it’s gone down the pan Clearly there’s no plan in place The boys used to be back in town Now the boys are in tents by the canal Canal is anything but grand, swanbellies colour of sand More weil’s disease than a sick bike,…
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Coming Home Shitfaced
Some are fishers of men’s souls I’m a drinker drover Never drink and drove Except on a bike, by jove Wound those lanes, wove Wobbly as Chivers Lime Surprised I never stoved My head in falling over Badly cut my leg one time Body breakable as window panes in a rock ape’s firing line Tomorrow…
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RIGHT, YOUNGFLA. TOWNTNI?
Out of ethanol Not one drop from the bottle Held upside down Shelves have fuck all Spent my morning drinking petrol full throttle. What time is love? Reads the train times at transcentral My dental plan is transcendental My hygienist sucks out plaqued mental faculties Here, there, on Grafton Street, on a black sand beach…
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What Are Yous Up To?
Luas to the city banter to be had Cluas to the ground getting message from the land Got a message from my lad, phone vibrates in my hand Like someone left a rabbit on, scanned in said he plans but I’ve got plans I’m not confiding Friday night rail riding I hold the railing of…
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ABUSIVECOMMUTER
Goons clowning on the Luas Crowded trams I’ll sit the roof Try look aloof with someone’s hoof in your gob Find your little book’s calm, day on the job Not dirty, does someone even have to do it? Wife whatsapps me about house viewings, tell her sure thing but I’ve plenty be-doings Begorrah and begob…