Start of something more substantial...

Yeats lost romantic isle
parodied
with hands fumbling in greasy tills
for the week and
friday nights, the nights
when the lights light up
staggerers staggering
(as, I suppose they do)
to the beat of an ego taller than a monument to light


Heaney's turf, all of it,
was cut out of bogs -
the nation changed and there we were,
moved back, started over
sponsored foreign games
enjoyed foreign food and beer and wine and prices
but cursed out the foreigners themselves
- maybe so they know how we felt in London - a trial by fire?
- we send the new Irish home,
going home bitter, twisted and forgotten
and meeting home resented

A Short Poem, Consisting Only of a Foul Exhoration (Beckett-like? Beckett probably don't like!) with a Very Long Title

Fuckit!

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Teens abandoned in the countryside

See this page.

"I'll do what I like"

Yes, OK, do what you like

In the middle of a fucking field, you little runt!

Cackle, cackle, cackle

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Some days

Some days, it's just a little

too much.

A raging mind raves with comments

and complaints

A limping imagination curls up in a

corner

Breaking bread with magpies and

pirates

Thieving token rings and

ideas


If I could drive my car

away

Away from here, I would.



But i'm stuck in traffic and can't see anything else

Except the traffic in front, beside and behind

But when I'm calmer I decide

I wouldn't want to leave you behind

I wouldn't make it too far alone

With a limping imagination, following ideas

Like a dog follows a bone.

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Haiku for the modern world

Bring receipt within
One month from date of purchase
To get store credit

Don't run red lights or
You'll get bawled at by police
In unmarked squad cars

You should get a loan
To pay for all of those things
You really don't want

We have great coffee
To keep us awake at night
Not moral concerns

I'm very worried:
Reality shows set our
Moral agenda

Do diphthongs count as
A raised pitch, or syllable
When writing haiku?

I have only love
To give, my cash is all gone
And you own my soul

My car's a banger
Time to get a better one
Before baby comes