Saturday, April 20, 2019
Summer, County Wexford
Felt roofs, summer days,
balmy, traffic sounds; God’s lungs liquid blue.
Aerials like haddock's carcass receive pictures from Harlech, South Wexford;
The Evening Press says Colt Seavers will ruffle a fellow bounty hunter up the wrong way this evening, tune-in at 5:00.
Owain Glyndwr and the stinking Norsemen
prowl like alley cats across this Wexford roof. Leave the Celts and Nordic warriors at it, I want my 1980s trash.
Owain Glyndwr --William Blake
so often we depend on what we can't see
the Rick Moranis who is living under our bed
and the patient subway driver
saluting our corpse
it's the glove over the dark
unknowable and free
even in death
when we watch and wait
for all the quiet things to come awake