john o'connell Poems

the town
swimming in the sweat,
long legs and short skirts,
of a June heat-wave.
...

alleluia!
the visions and insights
multiply with
each passing minute -
...

the white-horses of the mind,
approaching the shore of the body,
never, ultimately, reach their destination
but break and disappear
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do it now!
act now!
now, now, now!
before tomorrow,
...

in time's ebb and flow
we are like puppets
falling down
and being pulled back up again
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the sea,
dark tonight -
lights twinkle on a hill
and there is only the sound
...

Holland
and Ireland
are like
2 sides
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Barcelona in the siesta:
two alien idiots walking
the dry deserted streets of paradise
in search of mineral water -
...

one's land
is like
the garden
of
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the oncoming night
witnesses the gods
agonising over the destinies
of doubting souls -
...