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Alan Jude Moore


Alan Jude Moore
was born in Dublin. He is the author of three poetry collections: Black State Cars (Salmon Poetry, 2004), Lost Republics (Salmon Poetry, 2008) and Strasbourg (Salmon Poetry, 2010). His website is www.alanjudemoore.com

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Between the Statues of O'Connell & Larkin

We Spend Our Time in Georgian Rooms Dreaming of the Future

 

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Between the Statues of O'Connell & Larkin

 

dead pigeon debris is borne on the air
bumper blows the clipped wing clean
and the body left to drain
twitches out of life
into the concrete furrows of the street

 

 

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We Spend our time in Georgian Rooms Dreaming of the Future

 

We spend our time in Georgian rooms dreaming of the future

The river roams narcotics rising through the systems & the streets

We pass these statues all our lives: we do not need their names

 

The sound of the sky is black with thunder & sheets of cawing gulls

Searching the surf for their purpose & carrion to feed the young

They hover their bulk above the wires of our tiny electric trains

 

Then drift to outposts & new construction built of dereliction

Into the plain livid always leave behind imaginations

Fishing boats tilt from side to side dredging bones from the shale

 

We are past the point of reclamation now we are embedded

Tearing our limbs from the concrete we think it has not set

We drag our bodies from place to place until we find a grave

 

A worm pit or a scattering that suits our aspiration:

We spend our time in Georgian rooms dreaming of the future

The sound of the sky is black with thunder & sheets of cawing gulls

 

We telephone              we email        we transmit some feelings

We mark time with photographs of sunshine and kittens

Or Sisyphus a smile singeing his lips

waiting for the last great push

 

 

 

©2012 Alan Jude Moore

 

 

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