Kealan Coady
Love, 2211
by Kealan Coady
An infant is born, delivered
Mechanically,
An instant later, injections.
Parents watch
See through perplex.
Vasopressin receptors
Stretched out
Implications of
Drastic oxytocin intake
From an early age
Genetically engineered
Lust addiction.
A purchase of hormones.
The guarantee of love
For those
Who can afford it....
Mechanically,
An instant later, injections.
Parents watch
See through perplex.
Vasopressin receptors
Stretched out
Implications of
Drastic oxytocin intake
From an early age
Genetically engineered
Lust addiction.
A purchase of hormones.
The guarantee of love
For those
Who can afford it....
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Wednesday 28th December 2011 1:00 pm
Barry Scott and The Voice Of Mr Muscle (a plot point poem)
by Kealan Coady
Barry Scott breaks fake smiles
"Look what it does to a penny!"
Lip shakes, last time
He will ever demonstrate
What it does to ground in dirt.
Replaced.
All things fall apart.
No longer Barry Scott.
Now just plain old Neil Burgess
Recently fired coke addict
With a rather massive bill.
He remembers the line
Producer, an antique coin collection.
Neil Burgess, coke addict,...
"Look what it does to a penny!"
Lip shakes, last time
He will ever demonstrate
What it does to ground in dirt.
Replaced.
All things fall apart.
No longer Barry Scott.
Now just plain old Neil Burgess
Recently fired coke addict
With a rather massive bill.
He remembers the line
Producer, an antique coin collection.
Neil Burgess, coke addict,...
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Tuesday 20th December 2011 6:01 pm
Olfactory Evoked Recall
by Kealan Coady
A perfect blue
Above.
Green on silver
Concrete
Silk distance
Shard swept
Petals groomed
For the wind.
Fumed curls
From the copper
Factory
Somehow entitles
Visions of childhood.
The fragrance
Of things lost
Stands still in the street.
Infinite memories
You feel it.
Olfactory evoked recall
I prefer to call it
Tiny death....
Above.
Green on silver
Concrete
Silk distance
Shard swept
Petals groomed
For the wind.
Fumed curls
From the copper
Factory
Somehow entitles
Visions of childhood.
The fragrance
Of things lost
Stands still in the street.
Infinite memories
You feel it.
Olfactory evoked recall
I prefer to call it
Tiny death....
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Sunday 18th December 2011 1:33 pm
The Real Hell
by Kealan Coady
Fall free and slow
Into the furnace.
For every insect body crushed
Or flywing scoffed
As a child,
It qualifies
As something unique
To humans.
This torture is bliss
In its certainty.
The torture of them.
Turtleshell ashtrays,
Elephant tusk instruments,
Shark fin soup.
Refuse the excuse of instinct.
Survival can be accomplised
Without the entertainment
Of slavery.
And all t...
Into the furnace.
For every insect body crushed
Or flywing scoffed
As a child,
It qualifies
As something unique
To humans.
This torture is bliss
In its certainty.
The torture of them.
Turtleshell ashtrays,
Elephant tusk instruments,
Shark fin soup.
Refuse the excuse of instinct.
Survival can be accomplised
Without the entertainment
Of slavery.
And all t...
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Saturday 17th December 2011 3:31 pm
She Wants To Be Famous With A Good Heart
by Kealan Coady
They're waiting for you in the back room...........
Hello again, good to see you.
What are your measurements?
34 B? That will do.
Take that off
And that.
Why are you crying?
You want to be in magazines
Dont you? Good.
That's perfect Click
Hold that look Click
These are my friends.
You will go with them.
You can't get o...
Hello again, good to see you.
What are your measurements?
34 B? That will do.
Take that off
And that.
Why are you crying?
You want to be in magazines
Dont you? Good.
That's perfect Click
Hold that look Click
These are my friends.
You will go with them.
You can't get o...
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Tuesday 13th December 2011 10:46 am
Skull Profit
by Kealan Coady
For Commissioner Moses Binoga
Leader, Uganda Anti Human Sacrafice Task Force.
Police are pleading for sanity
In a country of wild beauty.
As concrete climbs upward
And wealth begins to form.
But what happens when all capital
Becomes rare?
Redesigned?
When the profits curl uncertainty?
Well.
They cut off the head and genitals,
These 'healers'
From any child they can fin...
Leader, Uganda Anti Human Sacrafice Task Force.
Police are pleading for sanity
In a country of wild beauty.
As concrete climbs upward
And wealth begins to form.
But what happens when all capital
Becomes rare?
Redesigned?
When the profits curl uncertainty?
Well.
They cut off the head and genitals,
These 'healers'
From any child they can fin...
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Monday 12th December 2011 3:49 pm
The Moon, 2211
by Kealan Coady
The sky will glow soft streaks
Of purple and green
From an artificially inseminated
Atmosphere.
It will be
An industrial colony at first.
Workers, rustbeard scientists,
Cricket legged astronauts.
Then the rest will come.
Stiff lip families and
Financiers, senior executives,
The first settlers.
The worst.
While the poor back on the Old World
Prepare for nuclear slavery.
Dream...
Of purple and green
From an artificially inseminated
Atmosphere.
It will be
An industrial colony at first.
Workers, rustbeard scientists,
Cricket legged astronauts.
Then the rest will come.
Stiff lip families and
Financiers, senior executives,
The first settlers.
The worst.
While the poor back on the Old World
Prepare for nuclear slavery.
Dream...
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Saturday 3rd December 2011 7:27 pm
This Poem Has Nothing To Say
by Kealan Coady
Some words seem to
Fit together
Even when they
Do not rhyme.
It could be something
Alien
A quick fix
An aggressive impression
Of a clearly superior language:
Mathematics.
That dink in the cosmic spring
Untangling the mystery
One dying scientist
At a time.
And when it does occur
At C.E.R.N.
At the BLACK HOLE FACTORY
There will be nothing left to say
In words....
Fit together
Even when they
Do not rhyme.
It could be something
Alien
A quick fix
An aggressive impression
Of a clearly superior language:
Mathematics.
That dink in the cosmic spring
Untangling the mystery
One dying scientist
At a time.
And when it does occur
At C.E.R.N.
At the BLACK HOLE FACTORY
There will be nothing left to say
In words....
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Thursday 24th November 2011 5:39 pm
Instrument Fingers
by Kealan Coady
The first violins are all always at the front
On the right of the conductor.
Percussion at the back
Everything else set up
For maximum acoustics
He begins
To smooth slow movements
Of his fingers
As the mandolins creep in
And the cruel dark cellos groan
Soft torture in the noise
Where someone long ago
Once weeped at the notes
Further back than some plants
Deep in the past
The...
On the right of the conductor.
Percussion at the back
Everything else set up
For maximum acoustics
He begins
To smooth slow movements
Of his fingers
As the mandolins creep in
And the cruel dark cellos groan
Soft torture in the noise
Where someone long ago
Once weeped at the notes
Further back than some plants
Deep in the past
The...
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Sunday 13th November 2011 4:49 am
Curlew On The Breaches
by Kealan Coady
Flail.
Current picking
Up.
Slow
Air gliding
Breeze creep.
With no
Knowledge of
Singularities
There is
Nowhere
Too soon
To fly.
Current picking
Up.
Slow
Air gliding
Breeze creep.
With no
Knowledge of
Singularities
There is
Nowhere
Too soon
To fly.
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Wednesday 2nd November 2011 10:29 pm
Lung Sulk
by Kealan Coady
Deep silver scene as the sun moves in.
Plastic shaded angles cover and smooth
Through the drench of branches
And multi coloured animals, uprooted
From the slow cool night
And now lung sulking in the shadows.
Creep forced by the skeletons
Of their lost relatives
Run over one summer
Or captured for entertainment.
The memories beat
And swell the silence
Til there is nothing left
Of t...
Plastic shaded angles cover and smooth
Through the drench of branches
And multi coloured animals, uprooted
From the slow cool night
And now lung sulking in the shadows.
Creep forced by the skeletons
Of their lost relatives
Run over one summer
Or captured for entertainment.
The memories beat
And swell the silence
Til there is nothing left
Of t...
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Tuesday 1st November 2011 10:28 am
The Moon: Golfballs, astronaut shit
by Kealan Coady
For the organic and furious
A question and a sure thing
Is divided by nothing but time.
The moon could kill us all
With an inch of its bravery
Enslave us all in wonder forever
For the simple act of falling
Further and without hesitation
Into the darkening shack
Of mad curiosity
But instead
We have penetrated
The mysteries of this place
With ease and in a brief time
We have left...
A question and a sure thing
Is divided by nothing but time.
The moon could kill us all
With an inch of its bravery
Enslave us all in wonder forever
For the simple act of falling
Further and without hesitation
Into the darkening shack
Of mad curiosity
But instead
We have penetrated
The mysteries of this place
With ease and in a brief time
We have left...
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Sunday 30th October 2011 9:52 am
Please Refrain From Feeding The Machine
by Kealan Coady
That trickle of thought
At the back of your skull
Is not lust or worry
Or even pure cognition
It is the longing to wake
In a world free of bone
Where the beast of time
Is ravaged clean and slow
By prematurely broken children
And that thing that kills
The glow of last hope
What I call the machine
Is finally confined
To its own appetite
For our final demise.
However I do not wak...
At the back of your skull
Is not lust or worry
Or even pure cognition
It is the longing to wake
In a world free of bone
Where the beast of time
Is ravaged clean and slow
By prematurely broken children
And that thing that kills
The glow of last hope
What I call the machine
Is finally confined
To its own appetite
For our final demise.
However I do not wak...
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Thursday 27th October 2011 1:45 pm
Sometimes I Am Not Born
by Kealan Coady
Close your eyes and it is there:
The possible.
Everything you recognize
And everything you cannot fathom.
Infinite differences limp and spark
Throughout the cosmic strings
That hold it all together
Where time surrenders all impression
And what we know as life is lost
In everchanging variations.
Far away they click and rattle,
The never ending planets,
Through their own personal...
The possible.
Everything you recognize
And everything you cannot fathom.
Infinite differences limp and spark
Throughout the cosmic strings
That hold it all together
Where time surrenders all impression
And what we know as life is lost
In everchanging variations.
Far away they click and rattle,
The never ending planets,
Through their own personal...
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Wednesday 19th October 2011 9:10 am
Blue Eyed Stalker
by Kealan Coady
I see her eyes when I close mine.
The perfect iris crystals,
Caped oceans lifting
Above the maze of names
And prisons of witness
The clear blue truth,
Her beauty; A cruelty,
The reckless invention of nature.
The cause of war for love
And the scrimmage of lust.
An unbearable structure
So fragile in hindsight.
Manifests as waves
And the stalker leaves
Not yet ready to drown....
The perfect iris crystals,
Caped oceans lifting
Above the maze of names
And prisons of witness
The clear blue truth,
Her beauty; A cruelty,
The reckless invention of nature.
The cause of war for love
And the scrimmage of lust.
An unbearable structure
So fragile in hindsight.
Manifests as waves
And the stalker leaves
Not yet ready to drown....
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Wednesday 5th October 2011 11:30 am
Voice In The Dark
by Kealan Coady
Sometimes I hear it
Spread its breath
In a corner of the room.
It amplifies the glow
And tint of naked silver
Breaching the vestige of shade.
Sweet tumours of noise
In the granite silence,
The perfect disaster,
A civil war of the senses.
Sometimes I hear the voice
I know does not exist
Rest its broken throat
In a debt of words
Waiting to be ignored....
Spread its breath
In a corner of the room.
It amplifies the glow
And tint of naked silver
Breaching the vestige of shade.
Sweet tumours of noise
In the granite silence,
The perfect disaster,
A civil war of the senses.
Sometimes I hear the voice
I know does not exist
Rest its broken throat
In a debt of words
Waiting to be ignored....
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Monday 3rd October 2011 2:54 pm
In The Shadows Of Mountains
by Kealan Coady
Several thousand years of built up force
It takes to make a mountain.
The popular friction of time
Surging forward on all sides.
Pushing mass upwards toward the sky.
Strict, unobstructed
As if freedom exists in this form.
As if the earth, wants.
It takes to make a mountain.
The popular friction of time
Surging forward on all sides.
Pushing mass upwards toward the sky.
Strict, unobstructed
As if freedom exists in this form.
As if the earth, wants.
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Tuesday 27th September 2011 5:46 pm
The Plan Of Nature
by Kealan Coady
An original glimpse of morning light
Cools quietly
In a slow tipped ebb
Or brim resuming
On the surface of smooth backed insects.
A familiar mist
Hangs light shades of blue
And purple diluted
On an otherwise indifferent canvas.
But a flaw in the plan of nature
Becomes apparent
When the sparks light up
In the city distance.
And dew dries leaving behind
A residue, the texture o...
Cools quietly
In a slow tipped ebb
Or brim resuming
On the surface of smooth backed insects.
A familiar mist
Hangs light shades of blue
And purple diluted
On an otherwise indifferent canvas.
But a flaw in the plan of nature
Becomes apparent
When the sparks light up
In the city distance.
And dew dries leaving behind
A residue, the texture o...
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Monday 26th September 2011 3:28 am
I Made The Earth Uncomfortable With My Hammer
by Kealan Coady
A place three fields across
From where I was living,
The resting place of a certain stone
Face first to the sun.
Whenever I felt the world break loose
I took my hammer from the shed
And brought it to that field where
I stood at the foot of the rock
And beat it quick at first
Then slow bursts with each blow
A fraction of rage evaporated.
I made the earth uncomfortable with my hamme...
From where I was living,
The resting place of a certain stone
Face first to the sun.
Whenever I felt the world break loose
I took my hammer from the shed
And brought it to that field where
I stood at the foot of the rock
And beat it quick at first
Then slow bursts with each blow
A fraction of rage evaporated.
I made the earth uncomfortable with my hamme...
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Thursday 22nd September 2011 3:58 am
Now And Then
by Kealan Coady
Every now and then
I get the impression
I am somewhere else.
Although my bones are in position
For the shake that will break me
There are places I have not seen.
I could have been there
Before if I had tried
And not relived the world
That whispers when I sleep.
The murmur and creek
Of dreams failing on a beat,
A single misgiving
On any particular word.
Falls somewhere between...
I get the impression
I am somewhere else.
Although my bones are in position
For the shake that will break me
There are places I have not seen.
I could have been there
Before if I had tried
And not relived the world
That whispers when I sleep.
The murmur and creek
Of dreams failing on a beat,
A single misgiving
On any particular word.
Falls somewhere between...
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Tuesday 20th September 2011 3:43 pm
Infants Become Skeletons
by Kealan Coady
The value of something undermines
What we try to do here.
It lives and occurs, becomes the cord
Between the dreams you serve and the dreams
You fail to receive.
You see the people
In orbit of their
Origins.
As they lie down in their glue,
New for one more day.
And all the tears and smiles
For a chance of love,
From infant to wrinkes
And dust....
What we try to do here.
It lives and occurs, becomes the cord
Between the dreams you serve and the dreams
You fail to receive.
You see the people
In orbit of their
Origins.
As they lie down in their glue,
New for one more day.
And all the tears and smiles
For a chance of love,
From infant to wrinkes
And dust....
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Monday 19th September 2011 10:21 am
Look Back
by Kealan Coady
The fall of morning tumbles gently
In a drift and glimmer
Of silver lightshade,
The glue sap sticking to the day
In the form of static.
Passing cars thrift an image on the wall
Of someone not looking back but
Always moving forward.
Ready for terror and joy.
All the wonderful things
Of which we have been warned:
The chokesuit and rope,
The fields of gleaming galaxies
Set in stone...
In a drift and glimmer
Of silver lightshade,
The glue sap sticking to the day
In the form of static.
Passing cars thrift an image on the wall
Of someone not looking back but
Always moving forward.
Ready for terror and joy.
All the wonderful things
Of which we have been warned:
The chokesuit and rope,
The fields of gleaming galaxies
Set in stone...
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Thursday 15th September 2011 3:01 pm
Everything I Am Not And More
by Kealan Coady
Who are you?
What do you want?
First you took my girlfriends
And now you take my sleep.
There is simply no escape
From the burden of your presence.
The grimace of your whisper in my ear
And the scenes you create
To squeeze the mind quick and burst
The very soul
I tried so hard
To keep from breaking.
Some call you paranoia
But for me, I realize
Who you are, you are me
And what yo...
What do you want?
First you took my girlfriends
And now you take my sleep.
There is simply no escape
From the burden of your presence.
The grimace of your whisper in my ear
And the scenes you create
To squeeze the mind quick and burst
The very soul
I tried so hard
To keep from breaking.
Some call you paranoia
But for me, I realize
Who you are, you are me
And what yo...
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Wednesday 14th September 2011 2:39 pm
Ever After
by Kealan Coady
Expected chaos at the break.
A slow loop resumes
Beyond the sudden fulcrum
Of skull and skin.
The light at the end
Or the glow from the start,
The same pure blur as before
Full with the colour of wonder
Occurs in refusal of thoughts
Too wretched to melt.
Thoughts that build a world
Outside this failing one.
Thoughts that exist only
In the wonderful nothing
Of ever after....
A slow loop resumes
Beyond the sudden fulcrum
Of skull and skin.
The light at the end
Or the glow from the start,
The same pure blur as before
Full with the colour of wonder
Occurs in refusal of thoughts
Too wretched to melt.
Thoughts that build a world
Outside this failing one.
Thoughts that exist only
In the wonderful nothing
Of ever after....
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Tuesday 13th September 2011 3:11 pm
Euphrasia
by Kealan Coady
The light there cools blue streaks
As it climbs the side of the hill.
She has her drawing pad and brushes
And slinks her way up.
At the top the view
Is neither proof nor reduction
That the world is still alive.
She begins to paint anyway
Quick flicks of the brush
Ascending scars of blue and green
Listening to the wind,
Waiting for the landscape to show her
All things are redeemed....
As it climbs the side of the hill.
She has her drawing pad and brushes
And slinks her way up.
At the top the view
Is neither proof nor reduction
That the world is still alive.
She begins to paint anyway
Quick flicks of the brush
Ascending scars of blue and green
Listening to the wind,
Waiting for the landscape to show her
All things are redeemed....
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Wednesday 7th September 2011 1:22 pm
The Censored Sky Of The City
by Kealan Coady
A few miles into the city
And things become open
Very quickly.
The sky, little delicate springs,
Even conversation.
Its most apparent at night.
The colours are justified.
A million shades of solar shadow
In a glimpse: uncensored
And the clicking of cattle
Settling in a field
Determined that nothing should happen....
And things become open
Very quickly.
The sky, little delicate springs,
Even conversation.
Its most apparent at night.
The colours are justified.
A million shades of solar shadow
In a glimpse: uncensored
And the clicking of cattle
Settling in a field
Determined that nothing should happen....
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Tuesday 6th September 2011 4:01 pm
In The Fizz Of Winter
by Kealan Coady
At first light the mist moves quietly
In a straggle of smoke and colour
From black to grey, smooth, unburduned
With a shudder of traffic light sighs.
A magpie strides in the background
Of an empty garden,
It starts to rain
Free form: a warning
Of the storm to come.
Branches crackle on the cool wind
When all air surges upward
And sunlight is an offer
To be admired, then forgotten....
In a straggle of smoke and colour
From black to grey, smooth, unburduned
With a shudder of traffic light sighs.
A magpie strides in the background
Of an empty garden,
It starts to rain
Free form: a warning
Of the storm to come.
Branches crackle on the cool wind
When all air surges upward
And sunlight is an offer
To be admired, then forgotten....
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Monday 5th September 2011 2:15 pm
Meanwhile
by Kealan Coady
Villians have nightmares of humour
Of the way heroes 'laugh to cam'
After a massive tragedy
And then the sidekick nods
And the crowd cheer for the victory
Of the Better One.
Meanwhile........
The villian has a plan
As they do,
The master plan
Artificial natural disasters.
The villian clicks his fingers
In clear anticipation for the end
And the cam pans out
From larry su...
Of the way heroes 'laugh to cam'
After a massive tragedy
And then the sidekick nods
And the crowd cheer for the victory
Of the Better One.
Meanwhile........
The villian has a plan
As they do,
The master plan
Artificial natural disasters.
The villian clicks his fingers
In clear anticipation for the end
And the cam pans out
From larry su...
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Sunday 4th September 2011 1:24 pm
Blank
by Kealan Coady
There could be words
Hidden somewhere
Deep beneath
The surface of the page.
Little fragile creatures,
Terms and profits
Comfortable, alone.
However connections are severed
Between us and our definitions.
The words themselves resent
The beasts we have created
Out of them.
As they crackle and fizz
Then melt and dissapear....
Hidden somewhere
Deep beneath
The surface of the page.
Little fragile creatures,
Terms and profits
Comfortable, alone.
However connections are severed
Between us and our definitions.
The words themselves resent
The beasts we have created
Out of them.
As they crackle and fizz
Then melt and dissapear....
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Thursday 1st September 2011 5:48 pm
The Chants Of Insects
by Kealan Coady
It occurs in the slur of morning
When the birds have been fed
And survivors of the feast
Wriggle and squeak on the surface.
Bits of insects roll and search
For pieces of themselves
In the bloodwet grass
As the sun bursts.
Waiting for the rain
To soothe and manoeuvre
Those that are left
Chanting on the grass.
But they are not afraid
Of what is above
As they creep and slither
Ne...
When the birds have been fed
And survivors of the feast
Wriggle and squeak on the surface.
Bits of insects roll and search
For pieces of themselves
In the bloodwet grass
As the sun bursts.
Waiting for the rain
To soothe and manoeuvre
Those that are left
Chanting on the grass.
But they are not afraid
Of what is above
As they creep and slither
Ne...
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Wednesday 31st August 2011 3:06 pm
So
by Kealan Coady
I have never smuggled drugs
Through Frankfurt airport
For one eyed Dominicans
Or watched pornography in 3D.
I have never lost my patience
In an argument reguarding
The burning of furniture
Even though the cold
Of that park
Was outstanding in January.
I have never cheated
In a televised cluedo tournament
However I did come second
In a chess competition
When I was twelve
So....
Through Frankfurt airport
For one eyed Dominicans
Or watched pornography in 3D.
I have never lost my patience
In an argument reguarding
The burning of furniture
Even though the cold
Of that park
Was outstanding in January.
I have never cheated
In a televised cluedo tournament
However I did come second
In a chess competition
When I was twelve
So....
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Tuesday 30th August 2011 3:14 pm
Children Of Ghosts
by Kealan Coady
In the purest hours
Of still thought and echoes
Where questions end
And graveyard begins.
Bereaved and better people
Jig to the beat
Of lost words, confused
By the soil in which
They diminish.
Children of ghosts
Real ghosts underground
Cry and whisper
In a shadow of stone.
They cry not for loss
Or doubt or nostalgia
They weep for the maggots
And the ceaseless rumble
Of their...
Of still thought and echoes
Where questions end
And graveyard begins.
Bereaved and better people
Jig to the beat
Of lost words, confused
By the soil in which
They diminish.
Children of ghosts
Real ghosts underground
Cry and whisper
In a shadow of stone.
They cry not for loss
Or doubt or nostalgia
They weep for the maggots
And the ceaseless rumble
Of their...
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Monday 29th August 2011 4:04 pm
He Heard The Stars
by Kealan Coady
Just as the waves broke
And the shores poured in
A candle was lit in the distance.
He walked barefoot across
Beach rocks and flitch.
He heard the stars
Beating, swaying, ticking
And the lick of darkness
Broad above, spread out
In the glint of midnight.
He slowly approached the shine
Each foot forward gave clarity to the flame
Until he reached the heat and noticed
Nobody was there....
And the shores poured in
A candle was lit in the distance.
He walked barefoot across
Beach rocks and flitch.
He heard the stars
Beating, swaying, ticking
And the lick of darkness
Broad above, spread out
In the glint of midnight.
He slowly approached the shine
Each foot forward gave clarity to the flame
Until he reached the heat and noticed
Nobody was there....
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Thursday 25th August 2011 3:03 pm
In The Dead Of Sunlight
by Kealan Coady
Honey drip tar sunlight
Stale smoke crib fumes
Shade breaks cruel shadows
Sprawling on the wall.
Noise clinks outside
Time ticks turns under
Back to front, full
Closing further.
Face crease in the mirror
Hair falls thin ribbons
Floor filled strips
Blowing in the breeze.
Waiting for light to sigh
And the darkness take over
Once and for all....
Stale smoke crib fumes
Shade breaks cruel shadows
Sprawling on the wall.
Noise clinks outside
Time ticks turns under
Back to front, full
Closing further.
Face crease in the mirror
Hair falls thin ribbons
Floor filled strips
Blowing in the breeze.
Waiting for light to sigh
And the darkness take over
Once and for all....
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Wednesday 24th August 2011 4:34 pm
Sprawl
by Kealan Coady
Backwards
Truth
Further
Down
With or without
Angles to fear
Nothing (twice) Twice nothing
All things must end
But not everything
Begins.
Where?
More importantly
How?
Or maybe
If?...
Truth
Further
Down
With or without
Angles to fear
Nothing (twice) Twice nothing
All things must end
But not everything
Begins.
Where?
More importantly
How?
Or maybe
If?...
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Tuesday 23rd August 2011 9:50 am
The Little Red Ball
by Kealan Coady
This is not a poem.
It is merely a theory.
Just try to imagine
You are in a room
For an entire lifetime
With nothing to do
In the first twenty years.
Concrete brickwork.
Plastic windows let light it
However no images
Then a hatch opens.
A little red ball bounces in
The boredom broken, the hatch closes.
The ball brings you
Complete entertainment
After years of nothing.
Then...
It is merely a theory.
Just try to imagine
You are in a room
For an entire lifetime
With nothing to do
In the first twenty years.
Concrete brickwork.
Plastic windows let light it
However no images
Then a hatch opens.
A little red ball bounces in
The boredom broken, the hatch closes.
The ball brings you
Complete entertainment
After years of nothing.
Then...
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Monday 22nd August 2011 3:48 pm
Odium
by Kealan Coady
You cry for the wrong reasons.
The treatise you worked on
Failed from the start.
You shed a tear for the tulp
And backed away.
Sudden, as if by accident
You left at night
In a sulk of stars.
The apocalypse
Of your written words
Fell as melting leaves
Outside my door.
The knocking of goodbye
With no way to answer.
A hatred of many forms.
Built up and rotting.
I was never afrai...
The treatise you worked on
Failed from the start.
You shed a tear for the tulp
And backed away.
Sudden, as if by accident
You left at night
In a sulk of stars.
The apocalypse
Of your written words
Fell as melting leaves
Outside my door.
The knocking of goodbye
With no way to answer.
A hatred of many forms.
Built up and rotting.
I was never afrai...
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Sunday 21st August 2011 4:31 pm
Nightbird
by Kealan Coady
The nightbird calls, crestfallen
Covering a nest in shadow.
Slight strings of glint
Peek from a window reflection.
Everything that exists
Is somewhere out there.
The flowers and killers.
Planets, rabbits,
Stationary, everything dead,
Alive or indifferent
Resides in the space
Beyond my window.
Censored families asleep in their jewellery.
Homeless men petting scruffy terriers
And n...
Covering a nest in shadow.
Slight strings of glint
Peek from a window reflection.
Everything that exists
Is somewhere out there.
The flowers and killers.
Planets, rabbits,
Stationary, everything dead,
Alive or indifferent
Resides in the space
Beyond my window.
Censored families asleep in their jewellery.
Homeless men petting scruffy terriers
And n...
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Thursday 18th August 2011 2:43 pm
Barely A Father By Genetics
by Kealan Coady
He was dead three hours when we got there.
I had not seen him since I was five years old.
I went in first, now the 'man' of the family.
His fingers twitched though he was gone.
I closed his eyes, began to remember
The time he burnt the house down
And our dog saved our lives
Or the endless crunching noises
Of knuckle on jawbone.
A trickle of stale blood hung
From the crevace o...
I had not seen him since I was five years old.
I went in first, now the 'man' of the family.
His fingers twitched though he was gone.
I closed his eyes, began to remember
The time he burnt the house down
And our dog saved our lives
Or the endless crunching noises
Of knuckle on jawbone.
A trickle of stale blood hung
From the crevace o...
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Wednesday 17th August 2011 5:58 pm
Nothing Happens For A Reason
by Kealan Coady
Nothing happens for a reason
And nothing happens all the time.
My pen tips the paper,
Ideas disintegrate.
Maybe one day
The Irish Film Council
Will fund my documentary
On the sexual exploits
Of the modern sloth.
There will be ham and wine
At the celebration.
Someone will tie my shoelaces
For a small fee.
The marshmallows shall be plentiful
And I will wear a tuxedo
For the first...
And nothing happens all the time.
My pen tips the paper,
Ideas disintegrate.
Maybe one day
The Irish Film Council
Will fund my documentary
On the sexual exploits
Of the modern sloth.
There will be ham and wine
At the celebration.
Someone will tie my shoelaces
For a small fee.
The marshmallows shall be plentiful
And I will wear a tuxedo
For the first...
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Tuesday 16th August 2011 2:47 pm
Early Learning
by Kealan Coady
He would walk eleven paces
Do a twirl and touch the ground
When he was ten
Or he felt bad things would happen.
He could not step on the cracks
Of the pavement so
He leaped from gap to gap
Followed by the erratic
Clicking of his fingers.
The people on the street
Would see him
Twirling, clicking, leaping,
Bending down to the ground
Again and again
And they would yell
"Look...
Do a twirl and touch the ground
When he was ten
Or he felt bad things would happen.
He could not step on the cracks
Of the pavement so
He leaped from gap to gap
Followed by the erratic
Clicking of his fingers.
The people on the street
Would see him
Twirling, clicking, leaping,
Bending down to the ground
Again and again
And they would yell
"Look...
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Monday 15th August 2011 2:58 pm
If Women Grew On Trees
by Kealan Coady
The plant itself
Would be diverse
In its beauty.
The blondeflower
Ribbon clipped
And glowing
With the scent of blossom.
Or nightshade brunette
Teeming with starlight
In the company of red tipped
Curling petal rinds.
But if women grew on trees
They would not survive for long
With a chorus of neglectful men
Empty water cans in hand.
The trees would dry and crack,
Die of dehydra...
Would be diverse
In its beauty.
The blondeflower
Ribbon clipped
And glowing
With the scent of blossom.
Or nightshade brunette
Teeming with starlight
In the company of red tipped
Curling petal rinds.
But if women grew on trees
They would not survive for long
With a chorus of neglectful men
Empty water cans in hand.
The trees would dry and crack,
Die of dehydra...
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Sunday 14th August 2011 4:14 pm
Kill The System
by Kealan Coady
Break down the borders
They have constructed.
Rip it apart.
End to end.
With just cause get armed,
Compose a manifesto,
Declare war on jp morgan.
Free your soul,
Become beautiful again.
Treat enemies with dignity,
You are not the new dictator.
But above all else, at least
Have a reason to riot.
The people have to agree
In a true revolution.
We must kill the system
With love...
They have constructed.
Rip it apart.
End to end.
With just cause get armed,
Compose a manifesto,
Declare war on jp morgan.
Free your soul,
Become beautiful again.
Treat enemies with dignity,
You are not the new dictator.
But above all else, at least
Have a reason to riot.
The people have to agree
In a true revolution.
We must kill the system
With love...
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Thursday 11th August 2011 2:03 pm
Gullcry On The Harbour
by Kealan Coady
What do they want?
The gulls
When they cry.
What do they need?
I hear them
Skitter and clasp
On the east pier.
Perch rich and steady
Among the unblushing
Curling of waves
And pebble scent.
Comfortable there.
Tucked in like snuggards
But all the while
Whining.
What they need
They do not know.
For they are alone
As us....
The gulls
When they cry.
What do they need?
I hear them
Skitter and clasp
On the east pier.
Perch rich and steady
Among the unblushing
Curling of waves
And pebble scent.
Comfortable there.
Tucked in like snuggards
But all the while
Whining.
What they need
They do not know.
For they are alone
As us....
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Wednesday 10th August 2011 2:24 pm
Death To The Literati
by Kealan Coady
What happened?
The language I used to understand
Has left
In a privilege of mist.
Now I must relate
To second hand translations.
Spoken thought was something
To be admired
But now diluted
In a flurry of gym shirts.
The words are lost
In plastic muscle and pop lyrics.
The dead are once again.
They are armed with pens
And will not stop
Until they are forgotten.
And in this age...
The language I used to understand
Has left
In a privilege of mist.
Now I must relate
To second hand translations.
Spoken thought was something
To be admired
But now diluted
In a flurry of gym shirts.
The words are lost
In plastic muscle and pop lyrics.
The dead are once again.
They are armed with pens
And will not stop
Until they are forgotten.
And in this age...
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Tuesday 9th August 2011 4:57 pm
Wolves And Matchboxes
by Kealan Coady
Awake from the same dream
You told me about
The one where you die
At Calin Market.
You drip lipstick on your skeleton
And we embrace
Under a garden of stars
Where the wolves wait
For me to leave
Then rip you to pieces.
Why do you blame me
For loss of flesh?
If not for the price
Of Asian matchboxes
I'd be eaten too.
Awake from that dream
Again and I'm not there
To bla...
You told me about
The one where you die
At Calin Market.
You drip lipstick on your skeleton
And we embrace
Under a garden of stars
Where the wolves wait
For me to leave
Then rip you to pieces.
Why do you blame me
For loss of flesh?
If not for the price
Of Asian matchboxes
I'd be eaten too.
Awake from that dream
Again and I'm not there
To bla...
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Monday 8th August 2011 2:57 pm
Multiversal
by Kealan Coady
Somewhere in a parallel world
I am there, my other self
Existing in a different being
Looking up, wondering.
And all the things I wanted
As a child, I have them all.
The memories I dreamed of.
I fought back against Johnny
When I was twelve.
I am in college
As I imagined.
My teeth are clean.
My head is pure
And somewhere, far out there
I still have you....
I am there, my other self
Existing in a different being
Looking up, wondering.
And all the things I wanted
As a child, I have them all.
The memories I dreamed of.
I fought back against Johnny
When I was twelve.
I am in college
As I imagined.
My teeth are clean.
My head is pure
And somewhere, far out there
I still have you....
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Sunday 7th August 2011 3:58 pm
The Laughing Neanderthal
by Kealan Coady
The first neanderthal to laugh
Passed his days in aching.
A presocratic understanding
Formed as loss
In the gully of his sorrow.
He saw the future
Of humour
Rotting in leaves and deerskull
And the dying of his tribe.
A sky too open to nourish.
The pure blue of it.
Over the ground, bones
The skeletons of friends and lovers.
He wondered why he laughed at all....
Passed his days in aching.
A presocratic understanding
Formed as loss
In the gully of his sorrow.
He saw the future
Of humour
Rotting in leaves and deerskull
And the dying of his tribe.
A sky too open to nourish.
The pure blue of it.
Over the ground, bones
The skeletons of friends and lovers.
He wondered why he laughed at all....
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Tuesday 2nd August 2011 4:09 pm
I Heard Her Sigh By The Fireplace
by Kealan Coady
She set her glass
On the mantelpiece
And fixed her eyes on the flame.
The courage of the coal
As it flicked and sniggered.
The madness of its desperation
She percieved as genius.
But something was not right.
She gulped her wine
Too enthustiastically
Forced the cigarette
Into submission.
She had to walk away.
The heat was just too much.
The heat reminded her of comfort....
On the mantelpiece
And fixed her eyes on the flame.
The courage of the coal
As it flicked and sniggered.
The madness of its desperation
She percieved as genius.
But something was not right.
She gulped her wine
Too enthustiastically
Forced the cigarette
Into submission.
She had to walk away.
The heat was just too much.
The heat reminded her of comfort....
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Tuesday 26th July 2011 2:57 pm
Plasticopolis
by Kealan Coady
The Sadhu speaks
Enforces the sordid
Lex talionis.
Despite the mew of the public
An entire civilization
Rolls their eyes backwards
Toward the plastic barrier.
Wishing for an incident
Of petty compromize.
The plastic is the pathogen
Of inside society.
Families burning their last candle.
Pulling the curtains closed
Over the scum of drack houses.
Waiting for the fire
That will...
Enforces the sordid
Lex talionis.
Despite the mew of the public
An entire civilization
Rolls their eyes backwards
Toward the plastic barrier.
Wishing for an incident
Of petty compromize.
The plastic is the pathogen
Of inside society.
Families burning their last candle.
Pulling the curtains closed
Over the scum of drack houses.
Waiting for the fire
That will...
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Monday 25th July 2011 5:27 pm
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