Ogham no escutcheon
refracted in a bough of drink
cassock under dominion awaiting
knight’s armour'd sac swooning
sideline of red faces
untouched a heart of moss
lichen starch & mock Tudor coda
very little Celtic blood left over
in this appanage of carraigín
urine inside the Rose.
Planter & the Gael suppose
I am your heart-to-heart pricked on
like a Pinhead in the wasteland
sent pall & spoiling back
for a fight laying in wool milk for hours
God & my Right cruciform
on damp sand outside church gates
commemorative not symbolic
more magnificence brought low,
to yr murder before
all blood passes under
langued under ramrod to your peace
lined home or rule rubble barricade
worthy of being held in its signal of kindling flame
or shot in the face?
O bending verge God is my right
to stick on a Lilly & blow a 10 foot
hole in London Stock Exchange
Today the British Spirit Surges
10-points in share prices
all painted bucklers plumy chests
porpoise oil the trading floor traffic
& environmental zone bolts
the door inn powerhouse spoils
the upper vest masonry raining
& glass on Iveco Ford Cargo
to the table heavy with a song
O the venerable pale memorial shape
bent of natural need,
hunger can be gelignite
or in disgust & its opposite
is reflected in the whole of history
surcoat of white silk mantle lined with red
thats yr appanage handful of little rock
to their coronet of pectins water stock
spite handshakes a lumen scratched on off
like in your chest imagine
an ulcer of scarlet resisting
tomorrow breaks in via the garden fence.
Céileachair your House is on Fire,
your clothes are burning Longphorts, raids
Clonfin Ambush, Longford
the arrival of the first Civic Guards,
her father 19 men, 2 lorries,
reinforcements 150 men
14 lorries later British Forces burned
inside glass houses
checkpoints, patrols & house raids
Granny, behind the glassdoor
the weight of her body
mainly on fingers
feet back to stand on tip-toes
one of the 'five techniques'
sunk of breath a bough of drink
in disguise Pink Angels Delight
aquamarine dessert bowl
after skirts & kidney
nothing is wasted no mulberry
inside me from the bridge over Darkes Lane
Grand Fern Pine empties glint
Céileachair banned under Orbital
ceiling faded grey gnomes
‘Madame, you are not allowed
in this Safeway, the next Safeway
is in on Honeypot Lane,’ &
laugh & stumble away,
pissed at Baptism Eucharist
asymmetric warfare
The Hay Wain in a broken gilded frame,
undernosed black tumulus
‘Lady, you're barred from Tesco.’
yet spider hatchery as spiderlings do,
dispersing as far as the bookcase
Dirty Mick PADDY O’ Bastard
Why is your hair always grey?
& why do you wear bleach
stained purple dresses?
Audi a4 Quattro Clutch Replacement
is your new address
closed gardens candytuft tiles
in Yellow Lake Deep blown across fireplace
a catchment area in a cul-de-sac
Bairstoweves like ladybugs
Mary Our Lady For Sale,
her seven joys & her seven sorrows
& your children are gone
muttering? What is a mother? ing
to move in silver hay, in Woolworths
innocence is true & you knew
Céileachair, your House is on Fire,
your clothes are burning
your bones are somewhere else
near Elstree Studios,
Clockwork Orange Durango 95’
Munden House to School Lane, the
Police Landrover ‘Trough Beating’ scene
would remind you that
you can’t draw out a Leviathan
with a hook in the Name of the Father,
nunnery rebuke all the way down
the banisters gastric contents
intraluminal My Lady Paddy O’ Bastard
Céileachair your House is on Fire,
your clothes are burning
