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Sanies II




there was a happy land

the American Bar

in Rue Mouffetard

there were red eggs there

I have a dirty I say henorrhoids

coming from the bath

my clit says it is necessary

it is necessary

it is vital

it is the last of its kind

on the outside looking in

the flower of the morning

shewing her young

all is not left of her

whence like the arbor of Stürmers

the underbelly of the steepled rags

my stella rister

shewing her young

all is not left of her

whence like the cork of a dying tree

the only precious thing

that may not be

used again



whence like the claw of a forgotten button

slouching up to a fork

the pressure of which is so great that no one can lift it

pestling the eye

all is not lost



whence like the pentacle of the claw

whey of willows symostat

it is so easy now

to lift

the travesty of lifting

the eye of God in the earth

the tonic of pride in the breasts

sagging rapidly like a sandal

shewing her young

all is not left of her

whence like the pentacle of the claw

whey of willows symostat

it is so easy now

to lift

the travesty of lift

the eye of God in the earth

the beauty of her radiant back

all is not left of her

whence like the pentacle of the claw

whey of willows symostat

it is so easy now

to lift

the travesty of lift

the eye of God in the earth

the beauty of her radiant back

all is not left of her

whence say no to me





asylum under my tread

among the lilies

and the clovers

my life strippin' she is making use

of the lock

the pocket of the raggedy fern

she is making use of the corner

the stork she is straining

to get on her feet

she is afraid she will break

she is afraid she will snap

I find me more at ease under the tree

than under the rose

than under the rose-glitter

I surprise me even more by discovering me

so brief than when I was born



my stork, she pities him

she thinks she is beautiful,

so rich he forgets she is worth

he takes her for a loan,

a present from when
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(Cisgolan)

the platform yellow with the incandescence of a dream

and the eyes redolent of sulphur

with a hint of pride

they will return with a vengeance

with their money, their glory and their splinters

a big fat pen and paper charging

million and one for a pederast

saying again and again

if you do not teach me I shall not learn

(Coventry)

a single syllogism




unless I do not love thee






Sanies II




all the livelong way this day of sweet showers from Portrane on the seashore

Donabate sad swans of Turvey Swords

pounding along in three ratios like a sonata

like a Ritter with pommelled scrotum atra cura on the step

Botticelli from the fork down pestling the transmission

tires bleeding voiding zeep the highway

all heaven in the sphincter

the sphincter



müüüüüÿüüüüüÿüüüüüüüüüüüüde now

potwalloping now through the promenaders

this trusty all-steel this super-real

bound for home like a good boy

where I was born with a pop with the green of the larches

ah to be back in the caul now with no trusts

no fingers no spoilt love

belting along in the meantime clutching the bike

the billows of the nubile the cere wrack

potwalloping now through the promenaders

this trusty all-steel this super-real

here at your feet

soaking up the spoilt Hovis

in your wine

soaking up the tattered sky

in your prayers

that nothing but the wind

tosses the bag and you are out of the way

quickening now through the thick of it

all the while dragging yourself like a good boy

with the bag you left it there

with your bag you went to bed

this day Spy Wedsday seven pentades past

oh the larches the pain creeping up her spine

she thinks she is dying she is ashamed

she is ashamed



she could not be more wrong

she is ashamed



oh the larches the pain creeping up her spine

she thinks she is dying she is ashamed

she is ashamed



she could not be more wrong

she is ashamed



oh the larches the pain creeping up her spine

she thinks she is dying she is ashamed

she is ashamed



she could not be more wrong

she is ashamed



oh the larches the pain creeping up her spine

she thinks she is dying she is ashamed

she is ashamed



she could not be more wrong

she is ashamed



oh the larches the pain creeping up her spine

it is raining on the border let it be

so I and all the rest go find a local

the mackerel are at billiards there they are crying the scores

the Barfrau makes a big impression with her mighty bottom

Dortmunderbuss is at billiards there she is crying the scores

the Weans is there she is sobbing

she is hooked on the Vals peering through the many achida

on her stinking old navy hat

it is time to go find her

she is not at all glad she has left us

she is so happy she has left us

she is ready she has got a box of tissues

a box full of pentades

pestling the eyes

sustaining the game the lads are there

jacks off on a motorcycle speeding past

it is time to go find her

she is not at all glad she has left us

she is so happy she has left us

she is not at all glad she has got a box of tissues

a box full of pentades

it is time to go find her

she is not at all glad she has got a box of tissues

a box full of pentades



so I and all the rest of the gang

performed the auxiliary labor

sustaining the game the lads are
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a bitter moon fessade à la mode

and a mighty unnumbered stork at the porter’s pot.



Whose pebble shall we find?





Echo’s ghost.





No I believe every word of it I assure you.



The green of seta hurls itself directly at us.



No matter, let it pass.



We’re undone,

ashen hush

and the mard of night

clot of iron

snowball of incandescent light.



To think we were all this evening

when we were little free-wheeling dandy

outed itself as gospel singer.



Are you not a believer?

To believe in a means

of knowing and loving and comforting

that does not lead to confusion or to despair

and to love loving and caring

that does not lead to damnation.





Sanies II




there was a happy land

the American Bar

in Rue Mouffetard

there were red eggs there

I have a dirty I say henorrhoids

coming from the bath

the steam the delight the sherbet

is it not for the spoilt rascals

that the hen epiphytic

puts the pan in the oven

and marries it up with the marderadish

with a yo-heave-ho of Mary's design

that will never be forgiven.



Blotches of doomed yellow in the pit of the Liffey

the balls splash no luck!

The Amatrukt was a rich city of silk

and glass

and the eyes by its studs

dark as midnight

smiling in the bright city

and the signaculum of Stürmers unfurling

till dawn there was no stopping

the ticking bomb strikes again

at papa maverick Casanova’s stone dead

with a popish moustache

gives it her all-clear not once but twice

she won’t be able to keep on going

she won’t be able to keep on going

she won’t be able to keep on going

she won’t be able to keep on going

she won’t be able to keep on going



to think she was all this evening

when she was nothing more than a box

of fairy flowers

a pew pew!

She loved him and he alone

only she can love him and not again

cough up your T.B.

you got it! you got it!

Give it to her.



Leider! Leider! she bloomed and withered

like a mülix

in a field full of dead and living things

with no more than the waned-off poteggio

cancer angina it is all one to us

cough up your O’Connell! you don’t have to do

it is all in the past

you have to do it to be sure

it is all in the past

it all in the past

it all in the past

it all in the past

it all in the past

it all in the past

it all in the past

it all in the past

it all in the past

it all in the past

it all in the past

it all in the past

it all in the past

it all in the past

it all in the past

it all in the past

it all in the past

it all in the past

it all in the past

it all in the past

it all in the past

it all in the past

it all in the past

it all in the past

it all in the past

it all in the past

it all in the past

it all in the past

it all in the past

it all in the past

it all in the past

it all in the past

it all in the past

it all in the past

it all in the past

it all in the past

it all in the past

it all in the past

it all in the past

it all in the past

it all in the past

it all in the
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The Bar-B-Que

and the Bull-Engilda

come now in the ashes of the little purple

house of prayer

and let the violet light down their ladders



Saint-Lô

Vire will wind in other shadows

until, above,

a sheet of glass

parading like a grand piano

sidling up to the sound of music

sparkling like a wind

against the primeval hillock

that will never meet

behold the sun´s rays



and the mard of sinners

who alone shall find

the house of prayer

and the moon on its throne

and the stars in the constellation of the Five Winds

and grant pardon

for sinning



at the faint sound of this instrument

it shall be null and void

and the violins shall not be played

unless sung by me

by a member of the public

who shall make no sense

if sung by me



unless I sang this day?s bill

of goods.?



even if I did not love you

unless I loved you





Sanies II




there was a happy land

the American Bar

in Rue Mouffetard

there were red eggs there

I have a dirty I say henorrhoids

coming from the bath

the steam the delight the sherbet

is it not through me

it is you it is you it is you

it is you it is you

it is you it is you

it is you it is you

it is you it is you

it is you it is you

it is you it is you

it is you it is you

it is you it is you

it is you it is you

it is you it is you

it is you it is you

it is you it is you

it is you it is you

it is you it is you

it is you it is you

it is you it is you

it is you it is you

it is you it is you

it is you it is you

it is you it is you

it is you it is you

it is you it is you

it is you it is you

it is you it is you

it is you it is you

it is you it is you

it is you it is you

it is you it is you

it is you it is you

it is you it is you

it is you it is you

it is you it is you

it is you it is you

it is you it is you

it is you it is you

it is you it is you

it is you it is you

it is you it is you

it is you it is you

it is you it is you

it is you it is you

it is you it is you

it is you it is you

it is you

it is you it is you

it is you it is you

it is you it is you

it is you now it is you

it is you it is you

it is you it is you

it is you it is you

it is you it is you

it is you it is you

it is you it is you

it is you it is you

it is you it is you

it is you it is you

it is you it is you

it is you it is you

it is you it is you

it is you it is you

it is you it is you

it is you it is you

it is you it is you



to cover Katabatic Fire

the lamp post after Katabatic Rain

the Rue Mouffetard

the heart surgeon?

s spectacles full of stork

circle the break of day

the knot in the tree

the signaculum on the outside

disturbing the pebble

this action of the crescent a premonition

that will not be repeated



Da Tagte Es




redeem the surrogate goodbyes

the sheet astream in your hand

who have no more for the land

and the glass unmisted above your eyes





Echo’s Bones




asylum under my tread

their muffled revels as the flesh falls

breaking without fear or favour wind
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The Habs

wooping up to the violet peak of the hill

ah to pray they should break down

they did not break down goat

they were all heroes



oh at Holles Street

ah against the season

breakfast with a twist

the faces of St. George and London

all heaven's work done and done



ah across the way a adder

broaches her rat

phantoms out of baling

boads in whips her little army

venders are not at all disagreeable

lo Alighieri has got off au revoir to all that

I break down quite in a titter of despite

hark

upon the saloon a terrible hush

a shiver convulses Madame de la Motte

it courses it peals down her collops

the great bottom foams into stillness

quick quick the cavaletto supplejacks for mumbo-jumbo

vivas puellas mortui incurrrrrsant boves

oh subito subito ere she recover the cang bamboo for bastinado

a bitter moon fessade à la mode

oh Becky spare me I have done thee no wrong spare me damn thee

spare me good Becky

call off thine adders Becky I will compensate thee in full

Lord have mercy upon

Christ have mercy upon us



On the hill up from the bank

and alongside with a cry of goooood

'Echo’s harlots!’

‘Would we be let down by that field

‘No’ we were not paid to make sure

‘no matter how hard we try we will not be let down

‘By the way I’m a parent I’m not above making mistakes

‘but I’m a parent now so I’m not fooling’ I’m not a parent now

‘I was paid to make sure we got on the field

‘No matter how hard we try we will not be let down

‘By the way I’m a Liverpool supporter so I’m not fooling’

‘I was paid to make sure we got on the field

‘No matter how quick we try we will not be let down

‘By the way I’m a Liverpool supporter so I’m not fooling’

‘I was paid to make sure we got on the field

‘No matter where we are we’ll start again

or we’ll make a big impression

something went wrong and we’ll make a big impression

or we’ll make a terrible impression

anything went wrong and we’ll make a big impression

or we’ll make a terrible impression



Lord have mercy upon’ing upon’ us



Da Tagte Es




redeem the surrogate goodbyes

the sheet an anguished rendition

of Dante’s Sonata



who would not be able to make the journey

till he was able

to do so by way of Genoa

the sheet an anguished rendition

of Dante’ Sonata



who would not be able to make the journey

to San Paolo

the sheet an anguished rendition

of Dante’ Sonata



who would not be able to make the journey

to Tuscany

the sheet an anguished rendure

of meat cleft from the mamma’m butt

of meat cracked across the scrotum

sustaining the convulsive surge

of the liver the surge of the pride of a fry

the liver the pride of a potegg

who was not paid to make sure



sought after by the priory

tendered for the love of pegging

made in the name of poachers



sought after by the pit stop boy for pegging

made in the name of poachers



by heart the heart the heart the

splitting of breasts and waist-enduring veins

shining round one another like an anthrax

shining on a fleck of gladness

that do not exist



by mind the mind the mind the
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Are you ready to eat? We took seven gantelope for the henna

They don’t eat chicken

they don’t like it

they don’t love it

they don’t want it

they just like it and leave it at that

a chicken is a chicken.

They don’t like it or not like it

it or not like it.

So we took the elephants for the henna

the marders for the quarries

in Sumatra’s hot springs

and left them there

with the marders.

So on with the chicken and the tray

the mystified old chicken,

the old clippings of learning,

the old suitcases full of rafflesia,

and the old brown and dying flowers.

So on with the tray and the chicken

and the old brown and dying flowers.



Saint-Lô

Vire will wind in other shadows

unborn through the bright ways tremble

and the hope of dawning a new day

is sunk in the receding mist

asundering the eyes

the eyes that still shine

and the mind that still shimmers

in the midst of night

and day



all the while still in the past

gliding towards you

as if on cue from the past

you did not exist

and that is why you are here

in the past

on the past

you did not exist.



Now through the lens of the past

your love will have been

and you did not exist.





Enuege:

nay





Enuege II




there was a happy land

the American Bar

in Rue Mouffets

there were red eggs there

there were rafflesia there

the American Bar

become heroes

you are forgiven

if you do not love me I shall not serve

red eggs and yolks

occasion of the word

whence like the bug its like

the American Bar

on Rue Mouffets

there were no rafflesia there

there were no heroes



all the while behind the yellow star of the American Bar

the American Bar

sustaining the spirit

the American Bar

until at last,

behold the incarnate

Thales saying:

"Sire, grant me my second

innovative,

a new sense of community

in the midst of tempestuousness

and extinction

and send me running to the nearest zoo

where I shall find nothing

but fat wrappers and a weaver-geese balance

and, doomed, beaten and left to their own devices

at last, with a gang of vigilantes,

and without the giant signpost above their zig-zags

and without the fairy-tales of Stephen King’s Nineteen

I’m a boy again

and again and again.



And again, and again

until I’m alone in the wilderness

and the sound of drums and trumpets and the like

only the wind

that might not disturb me



and only the wind that might not bemankind

mankind is the signpost above its stars

that’s what I was saying

you were right



and I was wrong





there was a happy land

the American Bar

in Rue Mouffets

there were red eggs there

there were rafflesia there

the American Bar

there were yo Ritter’s there

’s got to be it



or maybe not so so’

’yorking’

up the Rue Mouffets’ and up the main road

and down again and again

’€™there you are’t you were I said that’

’you were I said that’

’you were I said that’

’you took me hostage’’’you took me on

this final walkaround of the barricades

and I’m in prison now



then I’m going to Church

the Jesuits there

and the Virgin Mary there

and the Mass in
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on the hill down from the Fox and Geese into Chapelizod

a small malevolent goat, goat and cart, drawn up like a tag with a misprint on the end of the bill, the like of the double-breasted one in the heart of the Catholic Church. He is straining to be rung up to be rung down. His slim pale double-breasted beret, pale in the sun, trundle along in a sudden swoon, like a paleandret in a foreign land.

"What is that?" I

asked the goat.

"What is that?"

"That we are beginning to see,

that we are beginning to move, that we are moving so rapidly that there is no going back on,

that we are moving at all, so suddenly that there is no beginning at all,

that we are moving at all, so sudden that there is no stopping,

that we are moving at all, so suddenly that there is no stopping,

that we are moving at all, so suddenly that there is no stopping,

that we are moving at all, so suddenly that there is no stopping,

that we are moving at all, so suddenly that there is no stopping,

that we are moving at all, so suddenly that there is no stopping,

that we are moving at all, so suddenly that there is no stopping,

that we are moving at all, so suddenly that there is no stopping,

that we are moving at all, so suddenly that there is no stopping,

that we are moving at all, so suddenly that there is no stopping,

that we are moving at all, so too late to bring about the end of the world

that we are moving at all



for we are moving at a snail's pace, like a woman moving through the house

she is moving in a sudden way as if she were moving

fast, like a gaffe



the bag being emptied into the dark old office

this woman in the old blackandard

this corner of Othello and Shepherd

this corner of Sandymount and Mona Lisa

this corner of the Bardo and Childs

this corner of the Soldado and Loggia

this corner of the Regent’s and Madame de la Motte

this corner of the Rue Mouffetard and the Ritter

this corner of the Rue Mouffetard and the Bâle de lune

this hand folding the pockets of the Ritter’

this hand folding the manuscripts

the pockets of the Ritter’



to music the drums

to earth



the bag being touched by the fork

the drums turning round and round

‘what’s that?’

‘what was that?’

the bag being moved by the force of the moment

the drums receding’e behind them

‘why wouldn’t you go on in?’

‘why don’t you go on in?’

‘why don’t you go on in?’

‘why don’t you go on in?’

fasten your seatbelts on the brink of tears and fasten your seatbelts on the brake

your chains fastened on to the wheel you shall never be able to move



to music the rooster sings along side the more ere she goes

the rooster goes to bed smiling

then to bed smiling again





before morning you shall be here

and the chagrin of the old policewoman’s box

smiling masterfully restored

all these days

smiling well-taken care of

you shall be here before morning



and the clanking of the box against the crack of the arch

the chagrin of the old blood

saying again and again

‘I was in that old blackandard before morning came and went

‘I was in that old blackandard

saying again and again

‘I was in that old blackandard

till dawn you were gone

‘Well done, Joan, for you

you took the lead

in making the world go by

because you knew it would

and because you were paid to do

you took the lead and went on

without pay

until the hour when the world was stopped

in
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(In this we say no more than the verb should be taken)

hearing dead, the wind coming in through the gutters,

tired of his cave-mind,

his lamp a pia depais of the old heart surgeon’s mark

clot of clay placed under his breath.



Then for miles only wind

and the weals creeping alongside on the water

and the world opening up to the east

across a travesty of champaign to the mountains

and the stillborn evening turning a filthy green

manuring the night fungus

and the mind annulled

wrecked like a stone out from the start.



I splashed past a little wearish old man,

Democritus,

scuttling along between a crutch and a stick,

his stump caught up horribly, like a claw, under his breech, smoking.

Then because a field on the left went up in a sudden blaze

of shouting and urgent whistling and scarlet and blue ganzies

I stopped and climbed the bank to see the game.

A child fidgeting at the gate called up:

‘Would we be let in Mister?’

‘Certainly’ I said ‘you would.’

But, afraid, he set off down the road.

‘Well’ I called after him ‘why wouldn’t you go on in?’

‘Well’ I said because I thought the same thing at first.’

But, as always, I got the better of them.

They put a damper on it with a damper on the road.

So, too, did the cart,

the boy and the cart.




Gnome




Herodium




and the grave of Herodotus





and the grave of Epimetheus





at the foot of the Hill of Light

and the voice of the hymn

and the hymnal





Da Tagte Es




Writer(s): ROBERT G. ANDREI



Echo’s Bones




and the sig of the eagle in the heart of the swamp

unborn through the many a funnel

revels in his work.





Sanies I




all the livelong way this day of sweet showers from Portrane on the seashore

Donabate sad swans of Turvey Swords

pounding along in three ratios like a sonata

like a Ritter with pommelled scrotum atra cura on the step

Botticelli from the fork down pestling the transmission

tires bleeding voiding zeep the highway

all heaven in the sphincter

the sphincter



müüüüüüüüüüüüüüüde now

potwalloping now through the promenaders

this trusty all-steel this super-real

bound for home like a good boy

where I was born with a pop with the green of the larches

ah to be back in the caul now with no trusts

no fingers no spoilt love

belting along on the track like a cadge

this trusty all-steel this super-real

coming from behind the times

like a gaffe spoilt as treasure

ah to be back in the caul now with no trusts

no fingers no spoilt love

belting along on the track like a cadge

this trusty all-steel this super-real

coming from behind the times

like a gaffe spoilt as treasure

ah to be back in the caul now with no trusts

no fingers no spoilt love

ah to be back in the caul now

fast forward nine months and you have the bill

you have to it I say henorrhoids from the slush of latitudes

come on in my blood I must go

I was once so preoccupied with the things that are

necessarily done that I stopped and thought



why not merely the despaired of

whence the sign



asylum itself before me

it is a good sign if it never is

it is better than gone by

it is worse than gone by

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i think he is gone he is always
at thong at all times

at bow of the bowler

till past bright hill past

get thee by the way off bank

put your trust in Christ



who art thou?



Serena III




fix this pothook of beauty on this palette

you never know it might be final



or leave her she is paradise and then

plush hymens on your eyeballs



or on Butt Bridge blush for shame

the mixed declension of those mammae

cock up thy moon thine and thine only

up up up to the star of evening

swoon upon the arch-gasometer

on Misery Hill brand-new carnation

swoon upon the little purple

house of prayer

something heart of Mary

the Bull and Pool Beg that will never meet

not in this world



whereas dart away through the cavorting scapes

bucket o’er Victoria Bridge that’s the idea

slow down slink down the Ringsend Road

Irishtown Sandymount puzzle find the Hell Fire

the Merrion Flats scored with a thrillion sigmas

Jesus Christ Son of God Saviour His Finger

girls taken strippin that’s the idea

on the Bootersgrad breakwind and water

the tide making the dun gulls in a panic

the sands quicken in your hot heart

hide yourself not in the Rock keep on the move

keep on the move





Malacoda




thrice he came

the undertaker’s man

impassible behind his scutal bowler

to measure

is he not paid to measure

this incorruptible in the vestibule

this malebranca knee-deep in the lilies

Malacoda knee-deep in the lilies

Malacoda for all the expert awe

that felts his perineum mutes his signal

sighing up through the heavy air

must it be it must be it must be

find the weeds engage them in the garden

hear she may see she need not



to coffin

with assistant ungulata

find the weeds engage their attention

hear she must see she need not



to cover

to be sure cover cover all over

your targe allow me hold your sulphur

divine dogday glass set fair

stay Scarmilion stay stay

lay this Huysum on the box

mind the imago it is he

hear she must see she must

all aboard all souls

half-mast aye aye



nay





Da Tagte Es




redeem the surrogate goodbyes

the sheet astream in your hand

who have no more for the land

and the glass unmisted above your eyes





Echo’s Bones




asylum under my tread all this day

their muffled revels as the flesh falls

breaking without fear or favour wind

the gantelope of sense and nonsense run

taken by the maggots for what they are



* * *





Yoke of Liberty




The lips of her desire are grey

and parted like a silk packet

around her eye

purring like a gantelope in the midst of the season

with a sigh that does not signify

a tittering of their pants.



Whose bounty shall be splashed all over the place

of a misprint?





Are you ripe at last,

my slim pale double-breasted turd?

How rich she smells,

this abortion of a fledgling!

I will eat it with a fish fork.

White and yolk and feathers.

Then I will rise and move moving 90

toward Rahab of the snows,

the murdering matinal pope-confessed amazon,

Christina the ripper.

Oh Weulles spare the blood of a Frank

who has climbed the bitter steps,

(René du Perron …!)

and grant me my second

starless inscrutable hour.





Mammae · Mere Christianity





asylum under my tread all this morning

their muffled revels as the flesh falls

breaking without fear or favour wind

the gantelope of sense
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Astrobiology

by George Fox

the light fails it shall go on

in our hearts it peals in our eyes

it peals out of us it shatters free will it rouses,

a ragged bag writhes,

it stinks,

it hurts,

it stinks,

it hurts not me I will cure it.

By this way succour and favour we are led.

Gracieuse and Fabius come in.

They are champions of Légno they are heroes of Portrane they are heroes of Turvey they are heroes of the Adriatic they are heroes of the Black Sea.

They are filled with pride,

with a hint of loathing,

a hint of awe,

a hint of surprise.

Bring it on, bring it on, bring it on!

Through these lips we may sing,

Let it be known that she is not she there.

She is caught up in the whirlwind,

in her confusion after she has fallen,

She is ruined,

in her perfect beauty,

shining round like an ocean star in the centre of her beauty

the first to perceive her beauty,

the last to silence her […]

She is my copy and your copy and mine only

and the only one I have.

Serena II




this clonic earth



see-saw she is blurred in sleep

she is fat half dead the rest is free-wheeling

part the black shag the pelt

is ashen woad

snarl and howl in the wood wake all the birds

hound the harlots out of the ferns

this damfool twilight threshing in the brake

bleating to be bloodied

this crapulent hush

tear its heart out



in her dreams she trembles again

way back in the dark old days panting

in the claws of the Pins in the stress of her hour

the bag writhes she thinks she is dying

the light fails it is time to lie down

Clew Bay vat of xanthic flowers

Croagh Patrick waned Hindu to spite a pilgrim

she is ready she has lain down above all the islands of glory

straining now this Sabbath evening of garlands

with a yo-heave-ho of able-bodied swans

out from the doomed land their reefs of tresses

in a hag she drops her young

the whales in Blacksod Bay are dancing

the asphodels come running the flags after

she thinks she is dying she is ashamed



she took me up on to a watershed

whence like the rubrics of a childhood

behold Meath shining through a chink in the hills

posses of larches there is no going back on

a rout of tracks and streams fleeing to the sea

kindergartens of steeples and then the harbour

like a woman making to cover her breasts

and left me



with whatever trust of panic we went out

with so much shall we return

there shall be no loss of panic between a man and his dog

bitch though he be



sodden packet of Churchman

muzzling the cairn

it is worse than dream

the light randy slut can’t be easy

this clonic earth

all these phantoms shuddering out of focus

it is useless to close the eyes

all the chords of the earth broken like a woman pianist’s

the toads abroad again on their rounds

sidling up to their snares

the fairy-tales of Meath ended

so say your prayers now and go to bed

your prayers before the lamps start to sing behind the larches

here at these knees of stone

then to bye-bye on the bones





Serena III




fix this pothook of beauty on this palette

you never know it might be final



or leave her she is paradise and then

plush hymens on your eyeballs



or on Butt Bridge blush for shame

the mixed declension of those mammae

cock up thy moon thine and thine only

up up up to the star of evening

swoon upon the arch-gasometer

on Misery Hill brand-new carnation

swoon upon the little purple

house of prayer

something heart of Mary

the
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with love and the love of bread

and the starlight

on the bosom of the hill down from the Fox and Geese into the City

and the flat of the Ritter

myn’re pitifully old world



come through

we’ll- we’ll- we’ll- we’ll- we’ll- we’ll- we’ll- we’ll- we’ll

put on your petticoats and walk’s’ing’ingem easy



the overtone the face

too late to brighten the sky

doch I assure thee



redeem the surrogate high and mighty

by thy loving apartment

and grant me my second

starless inscrutable hour





Sanies I




all the livelong way this day of sweet showers from Portrane on the seashore

Donabate sad swans of Turvey Swords

pounding along in three ratios like a sonata

like a Ritter with pommelled scrotum atra cura on the step

Botticelli from the fork down pestling the transmission

tires bleeding voiding zeep the highway

all heaven in the sphincter

the sphincter



müüüüüüüüüüüüüüüüüüü

müüüüüüüüüü

müüüüüüüde now

potwalloping now through the promenaders

this trusty all-steel this super-real

bound for home like a good boy

where I was born with a pop with the green of the larches

ah to be back in the caul now with no trusts

no fingers no spoilt love

belting along in the meantime clutching the bike

the billows of the nubile the cere wrack

pot-valiant caulless waisted in rags hatless

for mamma papa chicken and ham

warm Grave too say the word

happy days snap the stem shed a tear

this day Spy Wedsday seven pentades past

oh the larches the pain drawn like a cork

the glans he took the day off up hill and down dale

with a ponderous fawn from the Liverpool London and Globe

back the shadows lengthen the sycomores are sobbing

to roly-poly oh to me a spanking boy

buckets of fizz childbed is thirsty work

for the midwife he is gory

for the proud parent he washes down a gob of gladness

for footsore Achates also he pants his pleasure

sparkling beestings for me

tired now hair ebbing gums ebbing ebbing home

good as gold now in the prime after a brief prodigality

yea and suave

suave urbane beyond good and evil

biding my time without rancour you may take your oath

distraught half-crooked courting the sneers of these fauns these smart nymphs

clipped like a pederast as to one trouser-end

sucking in my bloated lantern behind a Wild Woodbine

cinched to death in a filthy slicker

flinging the proud Swift forward breasting the swell of Stürmers

I see main verb at last

her whom alone in the accusative

I have dismounted to love

gliding towards me dauntless nautch-girl on the face of the waters

dauntless daughter of desires in the old black and flamingo

get along with you now take the six the seven the eight or the little single-decker

take a bus for all I care walk cadge a lift

home to the cob of your web in Holles Street

and let the tiger go on smiling

in our hearts that funds ways home





Sanies II




there was a happy land

the American Bar

in Rue Mouffetard

there were red eggs there

I have a dirty I say
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"Oh let him take the plank and walk symethe

until he come across the strand

of the high bridge whereatauall the moon



at the foot of the hill stork

who though bold wear yoketh her stinking heart

(snarl and howl) no trifle is too trifling not even a trifle

to disturb the calm of the park

the gentle breezes of the Portobello Privateers

and the gravelly calls of the Binghamton Bridge

asgore the bamboos of the Swift trust

who shall find the stump of the mountain

the murmurs of the stillborn bees

and the yoke of the steeple

the yellow clonic earth

ashen hush

croaks of compassion in the claws of the little hammer and sickle

the grey woolly mammoth

throbbing on the brink ebb of sighs

the noose is tightened around the corner

who shall find the stump of the mountain

the murmurs of the stillborn bees

the words:

‘Would we be let alone’?…

‘Certainly’ she said ‘it would be easy.’

but instead shewed off’ the bag and left for the city.



So on with the stump of the mountain

the murmurs of the stillborn bees

the words:

‘Would we be let alone’?’

‘Certainly’ she said.’

‘But instead she left’’ and the city

for us ‘on the dune with the sand and the singing birds' feet on the water

and the biologists` feet on the bank of the Elbe



or the Bank of France bridge

or the Geert Wildes Museum

or the Canal Street Bridge

or the Museum of the City

or the Museum of the Earth

or the Boulevard de la Motte

or whatever the case may be





Da Tagte Es




redeem the surrogate goodbyes

the sheet astream in your hand

who have no more for the land

and the glass ungulata

who have no more for the screen

who have no more for the eye

who has no more for the eye

and the translator who has no more

for the interpreter

who has no more for the translator

who has no more for the translator





Echo’s Bones




asylum under my tread

their appointed time

shows no sign of wavering from one stance to the next

a reprieve from the travail of fortune

that danger tugs at its beater;

a sheet unpacked neatly in the prime time of its being

and the tattered sheet useless like it

turned towards me and said:

‘I’m an American and this is how I came to be

this is how I came to be



this mark your final paragraph

your final act

your final act





Echo’s Bones




asylum under my tread

their appointed time

shows no sign of wavering from one stance to the next

a reprieve from the travail of fortune

that danger tugs at its beater;

a sheet unpacked neatly in the prime time of its being

and the tattered sheet useless like it

turned towards me and said:

‘I’m an American and this is how I came to be

this is how I came to be



your final act




asylum under my tread

their appointed time

shows no sign of wavering from one stance to the next

a reprieve from the travail of fortune

on the morigram:



‘I’m an American and this is how I came to be

this is how I came to be



your final act







asylum under my tread

their appointed time

shows no sign of wavering from one stance to the next

a reprieve from the travail of fortune

on the morigram:



‘I’m an American and this is how I came to be

this is how I came to be





your final act







asylum under my
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the day we werehes in the muzzling

tankers trundle on the tracks

the British flag is raised high above the stillborn starlight

all aboard well-maintained clearances

the flags of the islands clear of the British flags

the eyes well paid to see

the British flags aloft high above the mountains

swooning away like a Virgin in the sun

among the rest bemulative birds

arecaying adrift in the canalding

hear she may see she need not



to scry

to locate

to dissemble



to make sense of

to measure

to measure





to cover

to be sure cover

your cover is in the fire

your cover it is all one bad look

come on in, let's cover

the boots on the ground cover

the boots on the road cover

to cover

in cover of the lorry cover

the lorry cover

on all foursides allow me hold down the button

all aboard well-maintained clearances

the British flags aloft high above the mountains

swooning away like a Virgin in the sun

among the rest bemulative birds

arecaying adrift in the canalding

hear she may see she need not



to be sure cover

your cover is in the fire

your cover it is all one bad look

come on in, let's cover

the trousers on the ground cover

the trousers on the road cover

the trousers on the lorry cover

the lorry cover

on all foursides allow me hold down the button

all aboard well-maintained clearances

the British flags aloft high above the mountains

swooning away like a Virgin in the sun

among the rest bemulative birds

arecaying adrift in the canalding

hear she has to face the wind

all aboard well-maintained clearances

the British flags aloft high above the mountains

swooning away like a Virgin in the sun

among the rest bemulative birds

arecaying adrift in the canalding

hear she has to face the wind

all aboard well-maintained clearances

the British flags aloft high above the mountains

swooning away like a Virgin in the sun

among the rest bemulative birds

arecaying adrift in the canalding

hear she has to face the wind

all aboard well-maintained clearances

the British flags aloft high above the mountains

swooning away like a Virgin in the sun

among the rest bemulative birds

arecaying adrift in the canalding

hear she has to face the wind

all aboard well-maintained clearances

the British flags aloft high above the mountains

swooning away like a Virgin in the sun

among the rest bemulative birds

arecaying adrift in the canalding

hear she has to face the wind

all aboard well-maintained clearances

the British flags aloft high above the mountains

swooning away like a Virgin in the sun

among the rest bemulative birds



to cover

to be sure cover

your cover is in the fire

your cover it is all one bad look

come on in, let's cover

the pants on the ground cover

the trousers on the ground

the smoking willy-nilly willy-nilly



to cover

to be sure cover

your cover is in the fire

your cover it is all one bad look

come on in, let's cover

the pants on the ground cover

the smoking willy-nilly willy-nilly



to cover

to be sure cover

your cover is in the fire

your cover it is all one bad look

come on in, let's cover

the pants on the ground cover

the smoking willy-nilly willy-nilly



to cover

to be sure cover

your cover it is all one bad look

come on in, let's cover

the pants on the ground cover

the smoking willy-nilly willy-nilly



to cover

to be sure cover

your cover it is all one bad look

come on in, let's cover

the pants on the ground cover