Anthony Weir Poems

I went out to buy contentment
and came home with bulls' testicles.
I went out to buy transcendence
and came back with a mobile phone.
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Seeming to live
and always taking leave and re-attaching,
re-inventing love and hate and obligation
we are shadow-beings, abusing reason,
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My bones were formed by sorrow
as shrines are built by doubt
Sorrow of being
Doubt of becoming
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I had a friend
who had a friend
who had a stone
for a friend,
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More beautiful
than a beautiful thing
is the ruin
of a beautiful thing.
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His daddy fought bitterly
'for Ireland' - rarely
at home - usually
on the run.
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We are always having and wanting to have
more than that we wanted to have
and had not - so always we do
in order to compensate for what
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Midnight diamonds
Morning coal
Transmutation
In the 'soul'
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To the invisible
nothing is divisible.
The visible is
infinitesimal.
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Let us dress up
in hairy brown blankets
disguised as god's testicles,
bump into people, crush them
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