Tony Cooney Poems

I'm walking barefoot among the chip bags, coke cans and discarded food.

The children all seem happy and in a holiday mood.

Older overdressed couples, engaged in in-depth ignorance.

Watch while their grandkids all swim out to sea in raggy underpants.
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Some days it seems you have jets on your heals.
This feeling will last forever.
Then somedays you find that your laces are tied.
Your laces are tied together.
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One last chance as I recall.

A back pinned against a wall.

A tongue too tied to say a word.
They answer to no one.
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I started working in the boiler room. The first year there was as a wooden broom.

"Sweep those floors clean and make them shine".
I knew the floors there were not that kind.
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I sat outside at 8 o'clock.
I noticed that the sun had stopped.
Directing light between the trees
Of 31 and 33.
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International men of mystery.
They won't discuss their history.
Dark haired men with sallow looks.
I assume PAYE and on the books.
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