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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I Suggested Iceland

I suggested Iceland and you smiled But said you’d been there before And it was very expensive. I can afford, I said, and we had another round Of...
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By The River Where I Often Walk Angrily

By the river where I often walk angrily Birds lined up on the spokes of an old bicycle wheel Have to me the cunning of co-workers on the first day...
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Jackrussell

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Factory Setting

Love is: A studio at Santa Monica Boulevard Three soundstages and twenty-acre backlot Purpose-built to dream-pump. ‘Grand and pompous, rightly doomed...
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Desperate Bastard

'Presuming' sophistry of me You turned and walked Confidently away And I yelled About mediocrity Until bailiffs and morning birds. There will never...
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Bibi Andersson

Started writing this following Bibi Andersson's death last year. It's a late eulogy.
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Hot Dry Noodles

I know a woman who killed her teacher In the revolution And who cooks up The finest noodles – and easily the spiciest – In the mortal arts. Oh...
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