tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527905398320723616.post5596738685338409137..comments2024-01-12T17:06:20.540-08:00Comments on kultur for sale: Chris McCabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14158205211042785775noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527905398320723616.post-78555833983274645442008-05-21T03:23:00.000-07:002008-05-21T03:23:00.000-07:00Since S and M took over the localpublic house and ...Since S and M took over the local<BR/>public house and renamed the Socialist <BR/><BR/>the Monarchist, when 'arry Slotter welcomed <BR/>us with the May Sunday paramedics <BR/>wheeling our working class heart <BR/>out the door from a public bar <BR/>& was greeted by men not seen before. <BR/><BR/>Doppelgangers attacking, collecting <BR/>Passes to the throne room poltergeists’<BR/>Office, nicely dark, unknown offensive <BR/>And shaping the voice turning us at rest <BR/>upstairs, hard of hearing their highnesses:.<BR/><BR/><BR/>"So, a local drinker called<BR/>M stepped in to assist, the new socialist <BR/>Monarchy." <BR/><BR/>That's a common accent we say<BR/>as if an island in mourning the gorgeous<BR/><BR/>royal sensitive Monarchy, blue eyed dress<BR/>outcrop in poetic process guiding political<BR/><BR/>thought-chess, the top table game of voice<BR/>accent coming to test the rest of our class<BR/>slotting off for the Monarchy, us s/he asks:<BR/><BR/>"What's in a name then?"<BR/><BR/>Sir and Marm fleet before our eyes, tunes<BR/>ears and hearts to feel guilt, commands: <BR/><BR/>"Fuckin 'ell" a lot, and "drop dead for us.." <BR/><BR/>But fuck the school a smitten socilist worker<BR/>warm marm booty servant gets travelling<BR/>the rhyming life, the fun in class, <BR/>s/he's gonna stiff us for a stone shilling anyway. <BR/><BR/>But s/he's with us to the very last at least, <BR/>blue eyed M, removing a bottle top<BR/>a beer drinker tugging the forelock<BR/>who s/he called Sir and says <BR/><BR/>"Where did s/he find em?"<BR/><BR/><BR/>~<BR/><BR/>S and M drift in downstairs <BR/>rafters supporting an absence <BR/>no republican glass of state<BR/>raised.<BR/><BR/>"Now now boys & girls bend for Sir<BR/>Mm, are you commonly placed<BR/>conversations with the taosaich<BR/>opposite at the bar in Cork, disgrace<BR/>like the bhouys now here, now not"<BR/><BR/>and now <BR/><BR/>"..boys & girls.." set into the socialist guinness <BR/>Sarah and the rose-red wine, blossoms 'ere for us, ungrateful<BR/>servers looking out for the Monarchy’s public as one monarch’s Frankenstein<BR/>class warring in the flue for honours.<BR/><BR/>The whole pub is unlisted, common <BR/>people barred from the Monarchy<BR/>moving in the breeze, all the barred <BR/>socialsts love a monarchy, Stella’s <BR/>Class splashing in gold, reaching Mick’s<BR/>Magic lifesize tattooed accent, eying<BR/>the float of cash, powder and liquid<BR/>rings and bracelets binding us plashing <BR/>into mirrored reflections, above a sunCoirí Filíochtahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15137576329670368944noreply@blogger.com