drumcondra

Drumcondra
2-20-17

Still don't know what day it is by heart
Need to check my wristwatch often
In disappointed shyness and reticence
Meeting the tip of my own chin
The man asks who do you think you are
All for Trinitarians whoever they are
For Ginger Mooney as to refill the sixteen ounce mug
For supply in demand of Chock Full of Nuts
Only one dollar more
Streets shining in the black ice we hope not to see again
From the pillar to Drumcondra
With Miami and aureoles and mint Oreos
As my weariness amazes me at the chime of noon
Still reeling it out
Don't make me come over there
So says the devil
Glad for Dublin by lamplight
Laundry complete
And son of poor Francis.....