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Our Lady of Refuge Rathmines

Our Lady of Refuge Rathmines

Poetry
Peter O’Neill
An old cleaning lady, bowed down by years of service, approaches
The church under the weight of a full bucket of water, passes
The fonts, vulva like, where the original water you wear resides,
Opens a blue door promising mystery and incense and enters into
The history of flagellations, ecstasy and further humiliations! For here, inside this kingdom, where the fallen man is intricately
Woven into the blood of the lamb, where his burden, the original
Hamlet, or “Desert Storm”, at one with ...
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It's About Time You Fucked Up Your Ideas

It’s About Time You Fucked Up Your Ideas

Poetry
Paul Tristram
“Isn’t it about time you started misbehaving again
You must be missing the drink & drugs?
When was the last time you had a fight?
I’m sick of looking at your bruise-less body.
The Police haven’t been here in months, I’m ashamed!
Even the Corner Street Girls have stopped smiling at you.
Call yourself a Man? Jesus Christ, I’m so BORED!
I miss your hung-over, bloodshot beautiful eyes.
You limping up the street with a spring in your step.
Your scuffed and scabby knuckles down there
Flicking ...
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