Ok, its Saint Patricks Day. Heres a poem from PB5 by Séamas Carraher who will be publishing a Grimoire with us soon! SÉAMAS CARRAHER Dub(h)lin(n), a Poem, 14 Busarus, My Selfish Love (2) In RTE land, Busarus is where you meet yourself in an Oscar of a role where your assumed identity is never questioned where your cousin is always known, where your cousin gets you a job where your cousin’s a Guard or a foreman where politics is the size of a soundbite where all life’s a 30 second commercial where you are always on your way home somewhere. O but here, where we last met, Ms Saskia von Neuvenhoven, one Sunday morning in this bus station of our lives, both of us anonymous and soon to be forgotten by the river, by its gates as if clawing and wept by the Cavan bus by the Cavan bus i sat down and wept mask falling from mask like the petals fell from a withered rose and all that was left was only the red raw wound of the city and the heart and the hurt of almost-there.
Posted on: Mon, 17 Mar 2014 11:10:07 +0000
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