Reflections of me

I met a man in Carrick, who paused and said to me, ‘the Shannon is very, very deep, but it is not the sea. I thought and thought again on this before I went to sleep and my thoughts told this to me, that what he said was also very, very deep. It seems a…

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Monday smiling

The landfills will fill and then what? We could build palaces from plastic bags! give a man a pot and pan and he’ll make a noise, ha those boys don’t give a damn, but give a dame the same and she could cook up such a treat. I made my name by washing rags and…

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Draggin’ ass

Climb aboard the gravy train, it was a boat, but that got sunk the pilot drowned and he was drunk so didn’t feel a thing. Bring some cigs and filter tips I like to smoke them cool. I have set some lips on fire and blushed bright red at dawn been naked on the altar…

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The mechanics of it

She breezed in like a Chevrolet, drove me out of my mind and she blew me away. Sassy and chic she redefined sleek. ‘how classy the chassis’, said the working class man who knew of nothing except the runnings of his second hand van. Beauty will always be running wild when she’s running free, but…

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The unexpected

They’re dropping bombs on Santiago but they’re doing it real slow setting fire to Memphis, Tennessee but nobody’s to know, and they’re creeping up the back stairs going to take you far from home, welcome to the World today the brand new twilight zone. They kill kids who play in Palestine murder women in Bengal…

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As an alternative

China white, two lines of coke Northern lights blinded by smoke, it all seems broke, I’ll just resign find some more time and one more line feeling alright with China white. Jukebox plays yesterday’s songs nothing new nothing belongs a rainbow of oil no colours to spoil back to the foil two lines of coke…

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Horrorscopes

Cue drums, let the guitars cry the world ends today, but I’m still wondering why I put the washing in, why I got out of bed and who’s minding the store if everyone’s dead. It’s always a pain when the World ends again. I’ve gotten used to it, just going to sit in my chair…

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When we knew it all

You fold me unfold me, hold me you told me forever. Scissor cut paper, lurkey one, two, three coming ready or not I never forgot the games we played. You left I stayed, forever is just a gaze into a future that did not exist…

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The (serial) invaders

The night sneaks off and your brain kicks in, the eyes begin to flutter and the light begins to spin. Do you remember it? The dream I mean, the tossing and turning of desire when you’re wired to the bomb in your bed. Shaking your head doesn’t cut it but it might be the hour…

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The new disorder

The status, that’s us in the firing line on the front page, at any other time they don’t want to know you, but the Status is the skeleton key unlocking the doors to the secrets within you letting the world see what they think you should be. The exchanging of statements, the lone lament and…

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Oxford bags

It is now when the evening draws in and the warmth of the day dances on the point of a pin when the chances of charity from strangers are slim and the thought of that cardboard.. …yes, that cardboard on the sidewalk by the superstore outside, the pharmacy, on the street where your breath paints…

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Altogether algebra

Well it could be or not what you don’t want you got and what you need is the need to get more, but the shop shuts at noon which is far, far too soon so you make do and mend, I’m not defending the right for the greed though I might if the money was…

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Whiplash

The way I think in black ink on a red card and in my yard or what they call the cosy crib I use a gold nib to write my name. Fame comes at a price, nothing is all sugar, some things are not so nice like the constant tone of the telephone and the…

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Investing in futures

I chance to pick up a pen and scribble the end of the World again. The lunar eclipse? just one more of this Government’s tricks. Make no mistake about this the next asteroid is not going to miss. I chance to pick up a pen which always happens when the World ends again…

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Voicemail

Voicemail. To those who would whore you profess to adore you I saw right through you and your sweet refrain. On the porno Michaelangelo, flat on his back, I didn’t expect that and neither did you. I am calling a taxi, but the internet tracks me and the porno reflects me under a pristine refectory…

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Bob

Cementing the bricks and building the wings, putting pins in my eyes and things that go bump in the night say their goodbyes to me. Flying or dying is something worth trying I try both together when under the weather or when I feel old and the mind takes a hold of me and whisks…

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Economies

Such a short time, this fine line twixt life and death, only marked by a breath or two and those who paint the sky so blue would do well to remember the mortal in the man…

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Growing pains

Fingers fumbling with the keys I wonder if or when she’s going to let me kiss her…

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Josiah Starling

Three score old and full of cold and medicine’s a sin, so it’s Mothers ruin for me today to wash the symptoms clean away and age they say is just a figure, a numeral to keep in mind, I’ll remember that next time I find another wrinkle, underlined in bloodshot eyes full of cold three…

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