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06 Sep 2023
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five in the morning


our politicians have failed us
that’s what’s in my head
as I go jogging one early morning
in a city I’ve never been
[until the night before]

I couldn’t sleep
maybe it was the jet lag
maybe it was all the worries
inside my mind

it shouldn’t be like this I say
as I race along the river lee
a heavy mist blanketing
the surroundings
a heavy heart inside my body
beating 128 times per minute

I tell myself today will be different
I will find a way not to count
all the chickens before they’re hatched

everything seems to be a circle
I’m telling myself
as I walk briskly on the path
the rear of the hotel coming into view
fishermen along the river
undoubtedly living in the moment





september two thousand twenty-three
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16 Jun 2023
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Far away from the lights of Dublin


Not far from Dublin
will I always be
where the bustling streets
welcome strangers
from all walks of life
giving refuge to anyone
without a home

But for now I’ll stray
far away from the city lights
where the green hedges
grow unattended
& the wild winds beckon me
to the southern sea
softly whispering my name





june two thousand twenty-three
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05 May 2023

road tripping in the republic


the preparations are endless at some point
you say to yourself what the hell am I doing

but you go on anyway
first the passport and then the online shopping

to places like amazon to find that knockoff wallet
the one you carry around your neck

keeping your valuables out of sight
credit cards & euros & photos of your people

back home you’re afraid someone has stolen
the only identities you’ve ever known

meanwhile you are transported across the island
the one your ancestors came from

before arriving you used duolingo to learn the language
but then decided fuck it most of them know english

I bought a new iphone to take better pictures
in case I come across the whole lot of them

the mooneys and the connellys
tipping ales with the doyles in a tipperary tavern





may two thousand twenty-three
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