Tongue twists a grim night out

Songs of the underpass, sung in

a monotone on the mirror still canals

Those nights when life went out

For the give-us-a-chance young men

Into the darkness, the deep dark, we

venture, to find poets in verse and one

in song, of Irish childhood.

Monotone lives drip blue into the flaming

canal from collapsed chairs.

Sulky shadows l...

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Footsteps tread a deadly underworld,

My name is Melissa; dark syllabic wine my

            addiction of choice

Lyrical ecstasy exploding emotions

On a wet dark night the pyjama poets

            circle and talk of death to all men

You can never be truly free, unless

            trapped in a lift

Last time I went to Middlewood way, we got stuck

            ...

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That wet stuff brought tidings of God

A single magpie on a fence post

scared to face the past

Says "Knowing you has emptied my heart"

Laptops cannot but wander

Further than we can

Should I stay or should I go

stuck between two worlds one stop

back or one step Forward stuck.

I stay with unsure which to go.

One afternoon the train

Stopped between ...

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