Tag: writing
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Holding court
Deep, gravitous speech like a priest He the husbandman who checks the cheek-hue of east each evening We his sheep girdled fan-fashion about his fashionably unfashionable feet Like children seated upon the cerise knee’d lap of a gift-giving beard laughterful Yet feared, his list updated yearly like a menacing tax-tyrant’s bible of tithable denizens.
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Our lady of the cinders
She’s the only one for me Her singular soul a source Left one rose Blood dripped from her nose This one’s a sniffer, spends all her dole On single glass slippers Hoping the Prince won’t notice, witness How she kneels as if asking forgiveness in the shop of a priest, sinless. Got the bends in…
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Ailing emperor of my life
Summer in Dublin, I’m Sulla and I’m out pulling Bookish ones down from Glencullen, staying with cousins Or mad buzzers up from Belmullet, just out for the chugging Fulla suds snorting toboggan terrain Shouting Up De Flats, yiz cunts, at students from Spain congregating At the entrance to the lane where I’m selling MDMA Hero…
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Salted beautiful
Across the table She blocks a shot, as only lacrosse players are able Decisions to make like the end of an episode of First Dates Menu perusal offers a flimsy stasis; The man I scored against during our Christmas truce Tomorrow I will aim blow away. This month, too many stars in Mars to avoid…
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A yellow heath
The yellow glow of rude health Dried blood barcodes my face Colourless all red, save slight eyewhite Like a patch of grass-pocked snow in a ditch the sun never hits I live there and always will Stem which never wilts finally gives. If I scream she will think me less manly and I will leave…
Alchemisland 