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Wednesday, April 21, 2010


I swapped the northern for the southern ocean.
I gained and lost time, cheating it like Oisín.
Up was down. Clarity was confusion.
The words I spoke had suffered an inversion.
The brilliant light of dawn was grey and ashen.


a dirty old bloke said...

What's the difference between the Iceland volcano and Cheryl Cole?

The volcano is still blowing ash

Anonymous said...

Who the fuck calls him Ash? Ash Cole? Punchline fail.

sean lysaght said...

I notice that the feminine rhyme, and the reversal of the iambic beat, is a feature your poem shares with Goethe's erotic piece, 'Das Tagebuch'