Dermot McGarthy Poems
|2.||Nature Always Wins||1/20/2013|
|5.||King Of The Jungle||3/28/2013|
|7.||Wally Lives In Wisconsin||1/17/2013|
|8.||For Joey Ramone 1951-2001||5/19/2014|
|11.||Postcard From Basildon||3/28/2013|
Seagulls congregate like taxis along the liffey walls,
Lovers lock lips for September memories,
As street beggars inspect their daily hauls.
A man trudges homeward under the heavy burden of guilt,
Another searches for his conscience in vain,
Among the city's filth.
Youngsters sail by in innocent guile,
Judge, jury and defendants in some far flung future trial.
Life's sinful soldiers eagerly possessed,
Mingle freely with the sorrowful, the gentle, the repressed.
If the volume were turned down,
Then we could see the true color of this town,
No beeps, ...