moor of the same (poems)
Carrara
The mountains are lowered
The sky is further away
Luminous cathedrals cut into the marble field
Brilliant in the moon licked night
'Waste' processed to chalk
For paint, filler for ceilings
Or toothpaste
As the hills are devoured
Fancy That
The Russell Grant weekly horoscope
Was a sheet of newspaper under the muddy shoes in the porch
My horoscope caught my eye
Every time I took my shoes from or to the newspaper sheet
And surely enough
A while later
Was reprinted in full
In the same newspaper
History had repeated
And was to repeat itself again it seemed
Quixotic
She stripped me of my knighthood
She had the measure of my tall tales and long stories
Then my war horse turned pale and ran away
She threw my medallion into the fire pond, disappeared
And abandoned me in my platinum palace in the sun
Noir
Everything is measured
Boxes of twenties and 75cl of 40%
Glasses twirl and bottles smashed
But where is the proof?
Private eyes lurk in shadows
A black and white copy of America
A voice is over behind the camera
Plot and character exaggerates
In order to appeal to the emotions
Dream job factory blowing smoke into your eyes 24/7
Money is the route 666 of all evil
The lights are low for an unbalanced composition
Patrick Woods
AWOL from the Irish Army
To tail gunner for the English Army
Throwing yourself out of planes post-World War 2
Throwing punches for sport in the army then
Up and down ladders cleaning windows in peacetime
To your last days
Reading the Bible to yourself in town
Zoom back to your younger days
Moonlit silouette on the ground of a rifle butt flying behind you
Turn around
Jaw broken in self-defence
Regimental sargent major
For a while you seemed to change churches
Like some do cars
The runner up in an all-Army boxing tournament
You taught kids how to box locally
Your son (who was taught P.E by my dad)
Now teaches people how to run internationally
An Irishman who (on account of his jewellery) was
At least once mistaken for a Jew by a Chilean woman
The story goes that you once broke someone's rib
Giving them a warm hug in your later years
I'd like to be remembered
The way I remember you
Full of love
The definition of a Christian to me
