Dawn Snooze

The Terenure morning after city night 
Blistered feet and groggy mind 
Silent streets in rising light 
That soon will blaze with rays and roars 
But for now all dreamy and no disturbance 
To peaceful gateway garden snoring. 
With the tinkling alarm clock chance 
Of been trampled by working shoes 
The wrought iron bar pillowing me 
Stretching out quarter in narrow pillar way 
Heels to arse and face to knee 
Sleeping in my mind in downy luxury. 
 
 

Red Rose

The red rose open 
Full in your face 
Succulent and wet 
With petals spreading 
Reaching to grasp 
And pull you in 
As they throb in the wind 
Of your breath. 
And there are 
No thorns here 
Amongst these 
Tangled stems, 
Only a throbbing rose 
On a bed of leaves. 
 
 

Low Moon      

Bloody orange crescent moon
Hanging low and menacing
Over the silent pier.
Satan’s smile.
Every sound makes my 
Stomach churn
And twists
My snot and tear stained face.
Yesterdays beer still hazes
My vision and my mind
In a quiet paranoid sort of way
And the moon hangs low
Orange and eerie
Soon to be shrivelled
Like the discarded fruit of a demon