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Corroborated Irish

Old tarpaulin new facial blemishes

Always been Corroborated Irish Catholic

We are the Backbone of our Empire

Never an Irishman peasant

Ship born worthy of his salt

Gold Coins in hand needless to say

Many irascible words

Ghost-Woman waxed hotter

All passage of arms

Followed by series of years

Pooh Poo her new suggestion

From our neighbors across the channel

Quixotic Catholic idea

Egregious male balderdash

Less Interesting

New little less interesting point

Needed common parlance

Cotton seams pull apart

Always blithering useless

Never lesser or keeper

Student of human soil

Looser and least of the game

Bar Maid brandished a knife

Black cold steel

Begin setting off change

She’s a Danny-Man

Lost ring Queen’s evidence

He’s Utterly repudiated

Lovers’ vendettas

Heated Fashion

God, I mean Christ was a Jew too

Not unlike me

True plain facts

Heated fashion not offensive

For himself away wrath

He’s not right

New-committal gleans

Two of four eyes conversing

Stipulate all sides of question

Hard but slow proceeded rules

She boasts right and wrong

No room for little good-will

Improvement of her intolerance

Spade and Stick

Here under St. Luke’s Wall of brick

Dutch oven cooking in the burning sun

Plague all become ashes to ashes skeleton

We took up our Spade and Stick

Tower of silence arsenal

Mamma lay with her son simpleton

An awful Monday death phenomenon

New kind of a canvas arithmetic

Three midnights rather long Piercy high

Seven-graver digger’s palace

In sight out of mind horrify

Jotting on stone the recipes of Alice

We are eating Sweet Potato Pie

Drinking Red Wine from Alice’s Chalice

Unweave the Curfew

Moon shadows hang over the paradox que

Warm misunderstood young

Honey task bee with me unsung

Midnight by midnight as we unweave the curfew

Miscreant eyes glinting Nehru

Poet weaves ghost stories high strung

Gail in the market sprung

Shadow over hell of a time view

Heart of woman not sundering bloom

Dine on a blue cone capped worm

Cypher jugglers in apocrypha broom

Smiles on Dublin High Road confirm

His after life musing flume

Undramatic monologues’ no princely term

Museum Cloakroom

Hasty written short hand sights zoom

Left hand into her vest pocket over her backbone

Good views non-illuminating cornerstone

Closing at the museum cloakroom

Butterfly flutters flight over her Tomb

Tree forks hue new cry postpones

Fox and geese play in a brooding tone

Lost in artist unquiet ghost bitters room

Vixen bully tapster’s gap

Alarmed face toward light Zen

Tell me in her ear as I nap

Vestal shadow hang over the den

Sayers Bird-God mishap

Breathe spirit reconciliation Oxygen

Handkerchief Rag

Prun juice dribbles from her mouth down my back

Wiping off with her new pink handkerchief rag

Nervy reminds me of Antisthenes Flag

Walking in blarney muck unveil cardiac

Hip high new boot heels on view above hanging rack

Fingers to her chin filling the bag

Ghost Woman looks out for squalls drag

Spitting Sunflower Seeds out the window from mouth of Jack

Walked silently as the north wind blew

Ail drink before and after dinner

Poets of words for words Blue

Forest muttering an Irish spinner

What of it my Kingdom for a brew

Ashland’s Woods with Tess and Emmy Breadwinner

Old Gray Toad

Jack Priest hiding under the porch

Never required a Polygraph

Snot green grass needs to be mowed

Look out! On the car’s roof Old Gray Toad

Eating the Golden Calf

He is not so poor now

Moon Shadow lay over the cliff of rocks

Golden Cow is in the back, back yard

Irish face wet rag hanging in place

Our human shells disavow

Hard to Find

Unwashed and Uncooked new offence

Corpse rising salt-white at midnight

Like holding water in your hands

She’s Singing alone in her sleep

Lost in a maze of dark hard to find

Manannan diphthong slowly

Her unmentionables on drying line blowing in the wind

Not won in six days, you know

Salemites

Eager anticipation of nothing to come

Conditional spiritual of man’s defects

Salemites a slightly ironical sister

Bonesetters Saruman midnight will pass

Running at Cock’s Crow with the sun in my good eye

Galt to antecedent java in an old milk can

Gamble a crosswalk traverse in Pittsburgh