Poems

 

We Don't Have Cucks In Ireland

We don’t have cucks in Ireland It’s the tourists that wear the green hats As it is, words fight for a place here In the noisy desperation hall Where...
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The Treetops

The treetops never wait for you And fields are incorrigible when You finally notice them That’s when they call you ‘Featherbrain’ After when the...
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I've Seen Exit Signs

I’ve seen exit signs everywhere From San Francisco to Shanghai And they all blaze the same way Sometimes red like that blood you see In Italian...
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Marshes

Take it easy wind wind You’re blowing echoes of Hannah’s boots in the mud The words we used for love were dust Blackened in these fields by whispered...
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Nodding Like You're Listening

Nodding like you’re listening When the redundancy’s announced And the checks have bounced And the substances emerge for abuse And nodding like you’re...
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