Poet.ie ..a Drax Production
some poems
I divide my work into the good, the bad and the ugly, I work to try to improve on the good and the bad and leave the ugly alone.. :-)
of course one could take the critical viewpoint and say it is all bad or ugly, this is probably good..
Boris Tanya and Oisin
Boris, Tanya, Oisin, j.r. and myself
played poker on the edge of Olympus Mons
occasionally distracted
by the robot terraformers
we talked idly of the concept of territory
and the ancient history of earth
we laughed at the idea
of petty kings popes and presidents
pompous in their primeval proclivities
territory, Boris said
is the reconstituted aluminium under my ass
none of us had any design on the territory of Boris
territory, Tanya teased
is the fine silver chain
hanging in the border between my breasts
this was a conversation stopper
as we bartered silently
for Tanya bosoms
but gravity reasserted itself
and as equilibrium returned
we glanced sheepishly at the nearby dimension
where Tanya strutted her stuff
territory, Oisin said
was a sacred thing
we fought a 500 year war
for freedom for territory
The British
Remember them
None of us did
He reminded us of a historic classic Alien
Remember no one really liked her did they
She was selfish, vicious, childish, power hungry
Yes we remembered we agreed
Well the British were similar
And just as pretty….
Eventually in 2643
The Irish decided England was more useful as landfill
So they bought the rest of it over
And used it to landscape the old north sea
This was a popular move
By 2800 the British were eradicated
A toast Oisin said
To the Irish patriot Francie Hughes
and the eradication of the British
Slainte Budem we chorused
j.r. said
“Territory was an outmoded concept
Even by the 21st century
Technologically the global network
Had rendered the concept of territory obsolete
It just took 100 years for this to sink in
Sometimes the earth mother and father
Were pretty fuckin dumb
Well Drax what have you to say..”
A royal flush
I said
ironically it has kings and queens and jacks
Imperialist bastards I’m sure
and in this place on the edge of marvellous Mons
this pot in mine
Go raibh maith agat mo chairde