Old, fat dog / Killarney

Both poems originally published in 317’s zine.

My old, fat dog has dreams of him running

And I keep on hoping that you’ll keep on coming

Baby, please don’t be the Marr to my Morrissey

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For just this once

And perhaps for many more

Bring it to me

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I know that dusk is a summer concept

And you live for the time between heavenly bodies

But now’s the time

Moses

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Just this once

Run for Me.

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We got off the bus to look at the river

And there was an orphan

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Well, he wasn’t an orphan,

But he was a child.

And he was playing the accordion.