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The Last Brass TagTaking to the bed. Lingering. / Until a box carried you out. / I always hoped it would be quick;
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Mar 4, 2011
The Night's EventsIn a creepy cold attic / laughing and joking with Santa / lies the Red King.
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Dec 28, 2010
LegacyShe stands up, grabbing my attention / takes her handbag from off the chair / I follow her out for a cigarette
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Dec 28, 2010
Stealing Kisses1 / I wasn’t suppose to go this far, / my stop was Cavan but I fell asleep
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Dec 28, 2010
Hitler's CabbagesSquish! … Squish! ... Squish! ... Squish! / Despite their many legs / caterpillars can not move
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Dec 26, 2010
HopefullyExtending my sleeves past my frozen fingers, / it is -3 and handles of anything / get extremely bitter this time of year.
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Dec 22, 2010
What Fluffy StartedI shoot dead dogs / who savage my flock. / 250 pellets rip open
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Nov 25, 2010
For the record1 / The Clowns in Brussels Sprouts / have sent me a notebook. Tossers.
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Nov 13, 2010
ExperiencesIt could be any night, it just happens to be Tuesday / in the trailer outside Jerry’s / I remark — as he slices her open —
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Nov 9, 2010
Reeling in the YearsThe year I would turn nine / Charlie Kelly threw his pint over Paul Brennan / in the opening scenes of a new Irish drama
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Nov 7, 2010
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