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we came together
one cold winter night
in post-joycean dublin
to inscribe our
made up stories
under the neon splendor
of temple bar
your cursive tongue
in serpentine harmony
with mine
our eyes bleary
and bodies warmed
by a bakers dozen
of guinness…
and my palate
has been forever altered
by the mingled aftertaste
of amusement
and regret
(note: the title is a line taken from Dave Mclean’s poem words)
copyright 2007
Marie
Lecrivain |
