Tag: writing
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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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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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NeuromancerNewRomantic
Covering in piercings and tats, your towering hair a follicle Babel’s tower suspended with red dax wax You look more cybernetic synthetic than hot goth chick, elastic and made from disparate parts Desperate measures for like times, I drink ten rum limes line them up twice fives until I park Myself on your apartment couch,…
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I’m Wha’?
Walking around town with chest puffed They called me a poof until I’d had enough, three uppercuts duj duj and dujjjj Junkie who lives in a bush leans right in, inches from mush, got a smoke buuuud? Not even got to beggars bush or shepherd’s bush but my shepherd crooks makes me seek out crooks…
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City Leftovers
Most go to Oz like colony convicts Conflicts at home send them on wings wanderings Every country needs bar people, know Irishman know drinks Eventually convince someone to like you, bottle her like Brinks Even when half the men are gone I can’t get her number in They wonder why I’m not gone too, slumbering…
Alchemisland 