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  November 2013
volume 10 number 2
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John W Sexton November 2013
   

 

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    John W. Sexton lives in the Republic of Ireland and is the author of four previous poetry collections, the most recent being Vortex (Doghouse, 2005) and Petit Mal (Revival Press, 2009). His fifth collection, The Offspring of the Moon, is due from Salmon Poetry in spring 2013. Under the ironic pseudonym of Sex W. Johnston he has recorded an album with legendary Stranglers frontman, Hugh Cornwell, entitled Sons Of Shiva, which has been released on Track Records. He is a past nominee for The Hennessy Literary Award and his poem "The Green Owl," won the Listowel Poetry Prize 2007. In 2007 he was awarded a Patrick and Katherine Kavanagh Fellowship in Poetry.

   

 

Owls for Rags

late sun
horses graze in the mouths
of their shadows

moth ins and outs the air
slows the world
a little

a coloured rind
ripens around the moon
a lie penetrates space

binoculars formed of fingers
the deep sky
now strangely intimate

ancient starlight
my fifty-four years are mocked
by your bright death

with owls for rags
who wipes away
the night?

the weight
of weightlessness moonlight
on the black cat

copyright 2013 John W Sexton

   

 

Dull Soup

paper-thin Annie Thin
her last boyfriend
was pretty cut up

eat well thou widower
Lot scrapes a seasoning
for his dull soup

from between the legs
of Miss Scissors
a snip of a thing

the man with
X-ray lungs ...
took our breath away

the Lazy Witch
of the Ease ... stealthily
the Tin Man cans a snore

the magician's doorknockers
nothing
to see here

his origami combatant
floored with a single
ticket punch

the stone phallus
one mile high ... we rest
in its flaccid shadow

copyright 2013 John W Sexton