Francie Lynch Poems

The weekly news
For the past 5200 weeks,
Fills like the undug dig.
Famine, disaster, disease,
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Peep. Peep. Peep.
Wee chicks
I love to keep.
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When a woman approaches
I seldom notice
Her shoes;
But when I do,
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The drawbridge spanned
An arid moat where peasants
And soldiers perished.
The lane lead through the portcullises,
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It's 2 a.m.
The phone rings.
It rings differently,
You lift it gingerly,
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Scotch and water
Never falter
Infusing me
With spirit.
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Kirk was a flirt.
Bones could clone.
Scotty liked scotch.
Chekov goofed off.
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If we could PVR our lives,
We'd pause at moments
Of delight;
Rewind when memory's
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This cock of the walk
Is older now,
The chicks don't
Come to roost;
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Mammy's favorite colour was red.
Cycle red. New born red. Deep cuts red.
And roses.
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