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Alan Maguire Feb 2013
The hunting of the shark was an annual excursion,
It was a Rite of passage ceremony for thirteen year old boys.

30 of us left that early June morning,
the skies were cloudless, the waters calm.
But only 17 of us returned, 17 of us witnessed
our friends being mauled by tiger sharks,
they rammed our small fishing boats.
17 of us will never forget that day

We went without harpoon or gun ,
we went with just some home made knives,
fresh water and sheer nerve.
We returned with no shark ,
we returned with just the wounded and the brave.

Life abandoned the 13,
we abandoned the 13 (we had to)
but, will they always be boys ?
Alan Maguire Feb 2013
just words
just raw beautiful thoughts
sprinkled on a page
Alan Maguire Feb 2013
I encountered your spiritless body swaying gently
as your dangling tiptoes longed to reach the tips of the dandelions

I found tacked to the tree, the christian leaflet with the sellotape crucifix that asked
HAVE YOU FOUND JESUS ? , then saying WELL, HE'S FOUND YOU and your Vermillion lipstick scribbling on the reversed side.

Poor you, I could imagine you frantically searching for the sticky notes
( they were on top of the refridgerator Irene)

Poor you, I could visualize you searching for a pencil, realizing that they needed to be sharpened  (you coulda used my Swiss army knife Irene, it was in the rusting tackle box in the garage, sure it was covered in dried fish guts, but you coulda cleaned it)

Poor you, I could picture you finding the pen depleted of it's precious writing fluid, then exploding it's flimsy frame, beneath a lone rabid pink bunny assassin

WELL **** YOU IRENE, **** YOU FOR LEAVING ME
Alan Maguire Feb 2013
Write about cigarettes
write about rain
write about apologies
even about pain

sharp pain, dull pain,
even pain that seems like it'll never fade
write about Bela Lugosi or even Sam *****

Mention Bukowski and his drinking years,
squeeze in humanity and it's endless fears

you can say that Einstein was Irish
Tell people that you married Marilyn Monroe
and scribble down a eulogy about Miss Jane Doe

Poems can be about anything
and believe it or not they discover us

Use pens  pencils or chalk
and you're even allowed to cuss
Alan Maguire Feb 2013
Stark naked frame standing in her own feces but does it matter ?, I mean, is she important ? the old woman with the thin white hair that grows down to her ***

She's gnawing on a thought, gnawing on raw knuckles
knuckles bleed recieveing no care, just staring, just staring

She moves like the undead toward the female nurse, moving with time as though it mattered

she recieves a cigarette, she recieves a trickling smile though, the cigarette will surely burn longer than she will
Alan Maguire Feb 2013
The bright yellow hummed as it hurt my eyes.
I wanted to hurt that hot, obese *******
but then the thought of those men,
those ancient men who spilt blood in it's honour,
kept me from shaking my fist and roaring .

Who am I to curse the sun?, who am I but a lonely loser criticizing
the world and it's problems,
just hoping for change but doing nothing about it.

We're the makers of our own destiny and problems,
we need problems , we seek problems ,
problems seem to identify the species known as man.
Without problems we'd all be a bunch of faceless,
nameless ghosts wandering the earth for eternity.
We'd never be remembered, we'd never be traumatized,
romanticized or even criticized.
Alan Maguire Feb 2013
A revolver is my favourite choice of gun. it is also daddies favourite. he likes it because it has a revolving chamber which means you don’t have to reload as much .

Clint Eastwood is daddy’s hero, Clint Eastwood usually plays cowboys or cops .daddy hates the cops, the cops hate daddy they are always coming to our house looking for daddy. But sometimes they never find him because he hides beneath the house sometimes .

mom always screams at the cops, she calls them pigs and very bad names which I’m not suppose to say. daddies friends also come to our house ,they drink beer and play poker,

they swear and shout at mommy. mommy calls them good for nuthin scumbags. daddy and his friends like to talk about a man who started world war 2, his name is Adolf, he lives in Germany.

daddy and his friends wish he won the war .my favorite thing is to go to my room and hide beneath my covers and wish I was some where else .

I hate my mommy and daddy they always beat each other sometimes they beat me and tell me to go to bed without any supper this happens a lot I wish I had a new family.
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