dublin babies

collaboration with a fellow poet named Vulgar.

"I was happy in Dublin because it is very cosmopolitan. "- Rick Allen


the walls run inside her republic,
a lullaby hums - the movement of the womb.
The mother hides behind her veil of amber.
step-dancing in orbit is the
eye contact with the allure of sprouting luck;

but no sonogram is the same in the ire,
Wintermelon coats deweave in the afternoon detox
A father stands over his son's tyranny
A cherrywood high chair 
- spooning him genocide

typical poison from the north past the Highlands.
banshee blood swirling in the wooden ladle.
albino crickets skip to the lore of folks...
a rosary wrapped around the neck of a juniper.
paupers indulge on cabbage shredded with a grater of bone.
all by the ever burning camp fires

White skin is dwarfed by a creamy pigmentation
glossed in the exterior of light
Houses travel by nightfall
Lamps turn on, fireplaces flit 
Boarding school chalk riddles the palms of those
who baptize their babies in turpentine bridge water
Colonize candlewicks, pistacio beans 
tumbling down the prickable end of a finger

Catholic bull-frogs, anglican tadpoles
patiently bickering for the lillypads
Auras bright and dark ; as elves sleep in the treetops.
fireflies zoom with luminescence all the while in the lazy night
the soldier ant guards the queens of old;
as the snake slithers through the grass; spineless. 
beauty relays the contraception; what a beautiful sight!

Twig insects seperate from the slender bars of the crib
to form a hedge leading to the glass window pane
Quintuplets crawl up the sand moat
Little palms mash into reddening clay 
where the earthen kinship of cirrus hands recieve them
Celtic chromosomes begin
as a determinate gnash distilled in a pool of barley near where...

diamonds are forever, west past the crimson river.
mister potato head's rigor mortis -
the blight source flooding the watershed.
Exodus of the Gaelics;
splitting the legs of imperialism....
on forth cries the fetus! 

Birthed from a frothing, teal bogland
The cadaverous porcelain tunnel
Stomach air blown into platypus milk springs
Almond leaflets flanking a northern windstream
The orphan was a quiet boy; a wolfberry child
He cried phantasm when his father 
was taken seaward in a tugboat carrier
The antimeridium purged by the wake 
- of mist drenched hawthorns
Dublin babies were jubilant

Jubilance, what a triumphant disaster!
the perfect storm - category 5
the highs of euphoria, and the lows of the tide.
hurricane feticide with a touch of life. 
forecast is a mix of frozen hatred, and sprucing youth...

Beware!
Snowy cedars, apple ciders 
Monarch butterfly stews 
- and bureacratic toads 
Infant mortality rates rival retirement rates
Mushroom patches, boars and mountain creeks
Encounters with nature, something to vie from 
The deliverer seeks,
what she'll get is an abortion. . . ....

because inside is an irish jew whom hugs a clover.



thanks for dublin' the shots of whiskey, bartender!

"When I die I want to decompose in a barrel of porter and have it served in all the pubs in Dublin."

-J. P. Donleavy

Think.