Damian Mac

Rookie - 20 Points (1980's / Ireland)

My Bedlam Is Just What It Thinks It Is - Poem by Damian Mac

join my asylum, come with me
and join this club
its such joy, to be all alone here,
nothing, but an alcoholic ploy

gin, camel, ash, extra lime, white dust that
flew
all this way just for me

these moments, of all my
life, try to take them, move them
adulterate them

so please, too take
them from me, my memories
of that solitary tree,
that fucking ridiculous mini

take them from me
you might have a fight on your hands


Damian Mac


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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 9, 2010



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