Tag: urban
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Just Out
Walking around with baled fists Paid my bail at the station Cop shop vacation, three nights I stayed in Pale as pail in Travel like Palin Hold the Luas yellow railing Chest puffed out, hands are bricks Johnny Eagle tats over heroin pricks Irish men are good with bricks Kind which cement sticks Kind which…
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Doing Deliveries in the Rain
My eyes glaze over like windscreens on Ganymede A vast cave, tight nicking the sides, full of evil seeds Cold crystals in my eyelids like diamonds on a spiderleg Highway hawks above it all Talons clasping camera’s hood Sickly night light flushed Big kinky bruised arse of evening Lunar albinism of bright black clouds A…