The Scum Gentry Poetry Hole

To Georges

To Georges

Poetry
David Piersol
Dear Georges,
Dearest sweet mystic of mine, you saint.
My boy Venus, philosopher of purest love.
I’m cute so you’ll feed me lesser animals,
& that makes you the animal-killer here.
You talk about “violating” this or that,
but you’ve got it backward: killing is
the parody of fucking, and you are
just a pervert. But latter-day libertine
of mine, don’t repent of your delusions,
your petty sickness and obsession—
kill, if you can indeed, by fucking.
...
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Robert

Robert

Poetry
Kurt Newton
ROBERT lies behind leaves and grass.
I drive by on my way to work and offer a glance.
ROBERT lies beyond the pavement’s edge,
at the foot of a stone outcropping—
a natural shelter from the rain.
It used to be I’d wonder who ROBERT was
and who put ROBERT there.
Someone who needed not to forget?
Someone special? Someone caring?
I used to wonder what unfortunate event
led that special someone to care enough
to put ...
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Tin Man’s Lament

Tin Man’s Lament

Poetry
Kevin Higgins
In memoriam Tin Man Ó’Tuathail esteemed
literary critic & political commentator

.
You weren’t, like others, born
of Babycham and contraceptive malfunction
but emerged fully realised
—someone else’s brilliant idea—
during an editorial conference
of a magazine that went on to be
important; your hands clean
as mild green Fairy Liquid.
.
Your intellect keen
as the Leaving Cert exam
in which you gave exactly
the answers they wanted in precisely
the accent they were looking for ...
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The Occupation

The Occupation

Poetry
John Sweet
have to leave have to get back
home to the husband
to the wife
to the children
but it’s tough to stop drowning
.
it’s tough to put the needle down
.
pump that shit into your blood
let that body violate your own
just one last time and
then say it again
.
let the sky be the
color of luminous dust
.
let every house
be deserted and silent
.
these are the streets and
...
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We, the Scum Gentry

We, the Scum Gentry

Poetry
Lickspittle Scumsquirter
We, the Scum Gentry
with our imaginary top hats and canes
and our supercilious sneers
as we swagger down
imaginary cobble-stoned streets,
spitting on the rich
who line the sidewalks
in dumb-struck awe.
.
Resplendent in our morning coats with tails a-flutter
and knee-high boots
good for stomping heads in the gutter
.
Oh, but a display of pomp and circumstance
designed merely to mislead,
for here in reality we are,
scurrilously scampering
between words on a ...
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Dear Darkness

Dear Darkness

Poetry
Rory Dwayne
Dear Darkness,
.
The sun has fallen, were you a part of this?
Darkness owns my soul I can’t part with this,
Shadow of mind, night was the start of this.
.
Moonlight shines through the attic windows,
Mist arises with lone leaves falling while the wind blows.
Darkness advances across the open landscape,
You can see her running.
The World spins,
People fall asleep when they see her coming.
Darkness, I’m not heartless, I can feel ...
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