Friday 21 January 2022

 

HAI-COUP

 

Two faced Bo Jo con

Serve Sue Grave, Rich sunk-

All in the same boat


Sunday 16 January 2022



THE RED COAT

"During times of universal deceit,
telling the truth becomes
a revolutionary act."
 George Orwell


I was ten or twelve
when my father
told me to burn
a good red coat.


That was Belfast
In the early
seventies so
I done what
I was told


but


to this day it
has always
niggled me why
I had to burn
that coat.


My father is dead
and my sister
who was wearing

the coat

she killed
herself
and I think
this is why.


This was
the coat
that carried
the gun
that killed
the man?

A flock of birds fly-

by my window, I see

shadow on my wall


Every second a flash

of grey as if fleeing 

climate change.




(missing piece)

Just a piece of wood painted?

 Driftwood Connemara

sunset on Renvyle beach

sunlight is written.


The artificial

Bare-bulb light is my sun-

 driftwood shaping.

HERE NOW AND NOW MUCKER I can't remember a moment by the half-door, it is etched into my broken mind. A verbal memory, A Fox skulk...