Oh what a gorgeous,
cruel and ugly city,
Where titanic buildings
tower the gray sky,
Where the natives
are fluent in gibberish,
The prudent rapid ramble rumble
of Liffeysiders.
Spare a few shillings
for the ******'s fix?
Or pretend,
like most passer's by,
That you're deaf,dumb and blind.
The quick slick kick
of boot heels on stone bricks,
Down the Trojan streets
I would fellow
like desire lines,
Bumping into para-mores past,
awkward small-talk,
How they have changed,
for the better?
A winter's day,
feeling like spring,
Bustling ancient streets,
That are charmingly gruesome,
Warm and lonely.

-Jamie F. Nugent