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Aidan Murphy
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Chased by beer-cansI wake on a foam bed
with a stiff knee;
my mouth’s been chewing
Kleenex in the night.
She enters with a vengeance,
draws the curtains,
sighs a dragon-breath
at the sight of stubble,
blood-shot eyes.
She never asks how I feel –
too late for such nonsense.
Her plans are higher than
my small hungover head and
its flat pillow-world.
I try to explain my circle-
theory (always the same day,
how permanent I am).
But I slur again,
I screw the context.
Her loveliness hurts.
It scares me back
to the northside of town
where the jukebox goads:
One Day At A Time Sweet Jesus.
© 1987, Aidan Murphy
From: Neon Baby - New & Selected Poems
Publisher: New Island Books, Dublin
From: Neon Baby - New & Selected Poems
Publisher: New Island Books, Dublin
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Chased by beer-cansI wake on a foam bed
with a stiff knee;
my mouth’s been chewing
Kleenex in the night.
She enters with a vengeance,
draws the curtains,
sighs a dragon-breath
at the sight of stubble,
blood-shot eyes.
She never asks how I feel –
too late for such nonsense.
Her plans are higher than
my small hungover head and
its flat pillow-world.
I try to explain my circle-
theory (always the same day,
how permanent I am).
But I slur again,
I screw the context.
Her loveliness hurts.
It scares me back
to the northside of town
where the jukebox goads:
One Day At A Time Sweet Jesus.
From: Neon Baby - New & Selected Poems
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