A sidestep into a wisecrack
that will break your mother’s heart,
no takebacks on the fast track,
no reprieve, no slack.
Anymore, a part of me is you;
the part of me I knew
seems new,
I know.
No how, no why.
Apart from you I thrive
until I shrivel, wrinkle and die.
Posts Tagged ‘Seán O’Donnell’
Any Moor Will Do
Posted in Poetry, tagged Seán O'Donnell on 26/09/2008 | 2 Comments »
Bathroom Graffiti of the Fortnight
Posted in Bathroom Graffiti, tagged Seán O'Donnell on 18/08/2008 | Leave a Comment »
— Seán O’Donnell
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Why I Can’t Get a Job
Posted in Essays and Observations, tagged Seán O'Donnell on 08/08/2008 | 2 Comments »
Images splattered in mumbled subtextiles and busy prints in typewriter narration. Ding, click, slide, and resume and cover letter, and voila!, violin and cello promenade eventfully, wiping tearsheets from their eyes. Mailman leaves femalewoman’s bed, and next stop
Maybe I’m PBS, too
Posted in Essays and Observations, tagged Seán O'Donnell on 27/06/2008 | 1 Comment »
Editors’ note: Readers are encouraged to post comments supplying their own guesses.
Driving to work this morning, I was cut off by a cream PT Cruiser. Though annoyed at first, I became perplexed by the car’s vanity plate.
It read: “IM PBS.”
Dinner and a Show
Posted in Poetry, tagged Seán O'Donnell on 12/06/2008 | Leave a Comment »
Will you sit in silence
as I contemplate the gravy?
Will you hold that against me,
silently, like when I chew
with my mouth open,
with my lips smacking,
with rye seeds sputtering across the table
onto your lumpy mashed potatoes?
