Friday, 17 September 2010

Where The Heart Was

Like the grass of Eire
And scum floating in Liffey’s
Current crushed tree bugs

The third part of my flag
Leaves in cracked teeth
On the 17th they use dye in pints
Of what should be black

And me ma has it on her 1st tattoo
I lost a striped jumper on a same
Coloured bus

A darker version of snot or cum
On pure white shit paper

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