John Molloy

Quick Da' here's the bin man
the truck is on the road
you haven't left the bags out
and this week we have a load.
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The tide to west, the breeze to east
Thinking of my troubles least,
Upon my quay gazing south
A Dublin black, a Northern lout;
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Remember the sharp brightness
Of the Summer lit chalk walls
Of the house,
The Dandelions we picked
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Tommy and Jim with gifts of visits rare
do help a day of memory come real,
As tales of Johnny and Mikey to compare
see wounds of my heart to heal.
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There's a crazy dog on my road
and he doesn't have a name,
He doesn't have a collar
and he seems to be insane.
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Standing, staring, glaring true
and contemplating what to do,
a fox and I on Parnell's hill
took to stand a moment still;
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To have such youth
to take the Autumn morn'
with chest abrupt
and soaking soles of dew,
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An early start to catch the worm
a golden day to fill,
Not far to see the heron - still;
Stiletto poised to kill
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The streets aren't narrow
for the Mall's so long
the scope's too wide for Granny.
Molly's dead and the fish are frozen,
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Never again to fade away
The memory of a smile,
The crease upon a hip,
The lips upon a lake
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To see her walk is near enough
to see her as she is,
A flowing stream that glides along
as fast as as lives;
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My core, what essence left, is hers;
she has not lost me, just.
I restep my thoughts reminded
Truth is here.
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Return to me my beaming smile
my hugs and kisses too,
Let's sit again and talk awhile
of all things only you.
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I'll go, always to your
arms, My cheek to your
breast is all my souls'
desire.
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Before the gunman
with his shadow fell,
Larry's boys and him
played a bygone tune
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I don't remember the old
matchstick man
under the bridge
on the boundry wall.
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