At The Darwin Day Dance
“Do you know what day it is today? Can anyone tell me?”, asked the science teacher, Mrs Winner, surveying her classroom of about 30 first year pupils.
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Captain O'Neil
Captain O’Neil’s got a boat made of steel, He sails out from Cork every morning, She’s a very old boat, built in 1902, She could sink any day without warning.
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Windy as a Morning Scent
Leftovers include a carpet of kelp like handfuls of moss hurled from the bay
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The Wind is a Peanut
I want to make the wind wobble, to watch it squirm
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The Best of Love
Hold me in the colour of your arms
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Building Philosophical houses of cards
In days of yore they trimmed their wood, creating idols that looked good, but nowadays we realise a lifeless doll no help supplies. Instead we sift ideas, build
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QUESTIONS IN THE HOUSE 2011
The old man appeared in the room Good for his years and yet pathetic Attended by the younger man. Who did it? the pair were asked. Not us they replied. We know nothing about criminal activity.
Wish
I read somewhere that a folding a thousand origami cranes will breathe life into a wish, send it whispering into reality, blowing away problems with the breeze of its wingbeats,
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Spitting Truth
So used to spitting truth thru broken teeth, I am unfamiliar with a smile. This is new territory. Didn’t realize I was so embittered Until after. Like moonlight on a waterfall,
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Sharing a Drink with the Flying Pig in Hell
It was good to see him again, My old friend. After clasped hands and the baring of teeth, We sat together. Predictably, he conjured a flask with tumblers, His smile brilliant,
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