A Dublin moment
¶ 1
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Jilted and kilted and blowing into a cephelopod’s bum
The lonesome piper stood his ground
Oh how the sound
Squeels with every squeeze
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He’s there, silhoutted twixt the blue neon hoops
Of a sloping sloop of a post modernist half-pitched parabola
And the harp like edifice, that is the Samuel Beckett Bridge –
A maritime masthead over the Liffey
In a landscape of existentialism
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The bagpiper’s pimping for Godot
Or at least gigging for a goddam guinea
¶ 4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 I continue on, in my rush for the last train
¶ 5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 A Dublin moment
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‘Pon the morrow, my weekend will consist of
Taxi driver, supporter, physio, analyst and judge
For sons 2 & 3
And not forgetting my Fantasy Football fetish
I’ll be catching Soccer AM, Football Focus,
Match of the Day 1 & 2
And if Dion himself appears anywhere as a pundit
Then that will be my next
Dublin moment
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