Saturday, December 31, 2011

Poem - Post Crosshairs

being a dictator
is like being a rock star
short sharp bursts of success
feted by world leader groupies
all chasing after the spotlight
then it turns to guns
you lie there post crosshairs
they exude the same satisfaction
whether you are living or dead
truth  reality  honour
irrelevant in the political weather forecast

By Drax

Wednesday, August 03, 2011

Poem - The Incessant Bell

the bell was ringing incessantly
what could it mean
a bomb – surely no, Gerry is here
but shit, the conspiracy theorists
a fire,
I smell no smoke
home time – couldn’t be already
tea time – that must be it
I might go down to the canteen, sorry,
the Members dining area
and get a cup of tea and a kit kat
I wonder when there will be a vote
about something
these boyos don’t do much here
ah well €8,234.28
not bad for a month
Background: extract from a story yesterday relating to TD voting patterns...

Kerry South Tom Fleming, a new TD, only voted on six of the 20 occasions he was signed in.

But last night he said it took him a few days to understand that the bells that ring around Leinster House before votes were for calling TDs to the chamber..

By Drax Ireland

Sunday, June 12, 2011

A Poem - Dripping Goodbye

I left the house like aliens took me
what a mess, papers, notes,
half eaten poems
dirty dishes, wine bottles..
and an unmade bed
the shape of her there still
the peaks and troughs of passion 
clear to me in the disarray
echoes of her cries pasted on my wall
the warmth of her body hanging there
in the ice of my mind..
dripping goodbye

Monday, January 03, 2011

Poem - The Retired Dragon

The retired dragon looked longingly at his toes
and the retracted webbing
never to fly again 
in the swirls and twirls of love’s chase
the red eye covered with the patch of alone
the spark of his flame now quickly extinguished
bound on this moribund ground
trudging towards his final mountain cave
and the bones 
of Her…
Image Courtesy of Mark Behm..

By Drax Ireland