Tag: writing
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PRISON, NIGHT SHIFT
Night warden B-ward East wing If prison was eagle Gaol Kilmainham made Gwahir He’s at the furthest feather from beak Where worst kept uplocked, those who’re plain evil Unfit to walk our streets Any streets. Folk proud of double figure killing streaks, peeled families mere CoD kills At any time of night, fifty people are…
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The Lost Books of Cairo
Conspiring beauty enlivens the o’er admiring, who can blamed be Oars untiring carry troopful triremes from Athens out beyond Tyrens Light of wifely eloping, political hopefuls lend armies’ opals to doomed cause Alliances swiftly made are like to stray, unlike those well founded, which firmly stay Time which tests Never be impressed at breast-stirred feeling…
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LENDERS
In Solomon’s temple, lenders shading Ceilinged fronds spadeshaped casting undulate shadows on quartz-haunted marble which ring-commanded Djinn raised from dust to marvel Solomon’s temple Tendering currencies in sight of Pharisees Here is old brutal wisdom, babies carved marking fair division. He who thee saved having suffering scourging and world’s malefic influences Three days spent in…
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LAND TENDED SINCE TIME BEGAN
Fields fertilised with blood from executed men Bloodmade mire, fen eels who tasted flesh In sight of verididerm Osiris Irish farmers plant Yankee praties in shallow lazy beds In sallow sedge, on the scarcest cragged edge of liveable land Upward tending land blasted with stone Handing over to rootless mountains of height beyond accounting Stickish,…
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Creeping Out
Ornery odalisques slide like ice skaters around satyr-painted minarets Dressed in lusty reds, netted legs which could catch fish Rich, horny patrons sleeping still Payment bedside locker pockets Funds doctor trip, unguents parts poxed. Posterior (arse) parted, factory o’farts, palsied arsehole’s prick Never trust mans’ lips, they will sail ships to find you But twist…
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