Lingering in clusters around the idle seas
leaning inward dotted by
dried, them channels of hyacinth rivers
come like an old city emerging
out of the clouds like hundreds
of coloured cardboard boxes
packed away parted by unruly lanes
and withered lakebeds
and winding roads laden with lamps
the hunger for the sky has skived
away granite, now lakes
them empty quarries that grin
like the old grandmother
toothless, whitening hair thinned out
those forests now reservationed
rises a spire, aspiring for heaven
from this mud rolled windwashed earth

Indigo spilled through the arid cradle

across scabbed lakebeds
their life long ago robbed
by errant dust devils
sniggering back to their grottoes
in the barren foothills

through seemingly dead hands
eternally arthritic
arched up, and into
the earth-filled wind of creation
scouring the impurities from the land

past the aeon-old titans
clinging to thier final mountainous footholds
weary from their trek from the Tide
ready to descend into the valley
to die with the dawn

in every hidden oasis of life
every subtle warren and clandestine nest
where the small things, with every painful breath
prove that existence
is worth struggling for

and out, under the broken edges of the sky
whose shattered glass fell ages ago
a septillion points of light
ground by the endless cycle
back into the loam


but where Indigo goes so too goes her keeper
mounting the cradle, flooding the valley
hidden in their woven coffins, their buried crypts
the small things bowed thier heads,
and the land fell silent


the malevolent sentinel had come


monarch of the pit, lord of the ******
soaring to his azure font of judgement
culling by flame those creatures found most wanting
for this is his domain, it's denizens whisper: fed by the Hell-born river

until he dies once more
his dirt choked blood spilling into the horizon
trickling down the desert's spine
followed by the silent chime of stars,
and a resurgence of life,


waiting for thier own lord to rise


it's here you will find him
atop the granite seat that breaks the basin floor
the man with evergreen eyes

having found when facing North

the Moon is always at his back

~


deep dark water holds
     the entire spectrum
           heating sheets
                  flooding shorelines

deniers hide fat red faces
        drunk with power and ignorance
                under down-filled pillows
                    and 1000 thread count Egyptian cotton

granules traverse deserts
           eroding hillsides and
                  depositing in swallowed lakebeds
                       fossilized cacti whisper in the howl

people crying out that change is a hoax
          everything remains eternally static
                   a garden pre Adam
                        their insanity hurts my head

bending my neck into distorted positions
     I try to see their point
              my eyes bleed
                  trying to see their side
                      I would agree to disagree
                              if the lives of my children and grandchildren
                                 were not hanging in the balance  /

Sista ter ri
Picking me up off the steps
Gonna tap me coffees

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I tells it
Shipmaster
Your attorney
300 the deductable
For get your goal wearing extravaganza
Across the corners

I came to the belief that it wasn't me
Draft rails of paint
Arlington national cemetery's finest
Civil War diplomats
Love irish

Two mini apple pies outta three
Gale the force of wind
Don't change
Grande and cream

1833
–

December 21, 1909

Awards Received

Medal of Honor
Civil War

37th New York Infantry
Action Date:

May 5, 1862

Date of Issue: October 11, 1892
The President of the United States of America, in the name of Congress, takes pleasure in presenting the Medal of Honor to First Sergeant Martin Conboy, United States Army, for extraordinary heroism on 5 May 1862, while serving with Company B, 37th New York Infantry, in action at Williamsburg, VA. First Sergeant Conboy took command of the company in action, the captain having been wounded, the other commissioned officers being absent, and handled it with skill and bravery.

Maj. Gen. David Conboy, U.S. Army Reserve Command (USARC) Deputy Commanding General, Operations, retired June 23 after more than three decades of service in the U.S. military.

Conboy Lake National Wildlife Refuge
Wildlife refuge in Klickitat County, Washington

Conboy Lake National Wildlife Refuge is located on the east ***** of the Cascade Mountains at the base of 12,281-foot Mount Adams in southern Washington state. It encompasses 7,071.70 acres on the lakebeds of the historic Conboy and Camas lakes, a shallow marshy wetland area drained by early settlers. Wikipedia
Area: 11.05 mi²
Established: 1964
Management: U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service

Séamus Conboy
Global Head of Client Services

Séamus leads national and international political, regulatory and communications campaigns on behalf of Red Flag Global’s multinational corporate clients.

For more than a decade, he has advised Red Flag Global’s most significant clients on their critical issues. He has designed and led some of Red Flag’s most successful campaigns aimed at influencing policy nationally, at EU level and globally.

Professor Kieran Conboy

Professor of Analytics & Society;

Co-Principal Investigator in the Lero Irish software research centre

J.E. Cairnes School of Business and Economics, University of Galway