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expecting nothing when something turned up winging it as usually so pleased I was when it did and I ordered pizza cheap wine and the world was wonderful though cake would have been nice and Elvis had left the building it was like a dream there was a taxi from Africa and an answer blowingContinue reading “A taxi from Africa – John McAteer”

at a table strewn with necessities whiskey paper ashtray an old man with battles lost and won with eyes that hold brutalities of prison and of priests trying to write a love poem to convince himself and everyone that many moons and years ago things were soft philosophy and friendship simple people suffer easily theContinue reading “Many moons – John McAteer”

always the past demanding recognition a timeless torment beyond the turning wheel which is forever still clearing the sky the stones of blood purging the self of impure motivation doing right for the wrong reason it is the choice not made that matters as the common sewer takes you from distinction brings you to me

so many dead empires fragments sleeping flies on crumbled walls heroes unremembered now ruled by probability based theories gods of entertainment children worshipping avatars and with you nowhere to be seen contemplation is inevitable the now is gone leave just the frozen wind to wrestle

simple as a kiss this sullen dawn begins to tumble down along this strange cold road of slated roofs and places dark and when the perils untangle weary like a dream a lullaby there is no quarrel with the world

to sense death in a discarded cigarette smell terror in the rose or guilt in an un-swept corner is to understand Picasso or Nietzsche as flames of ice consume

philosophy theology psychology and death museums and libraries birth pool halls and pubs and collateral damage hunters gatherers shamans pantheons monsters of myth and of city states villains and vagabonds vagina dreams in a ceremony of solitude old men procure liquid legends reinvent all the gods and demons to quietly soothe the political brutalities ofContinue reading “Ceremony – John McAteer”

cranes climb a London sky windswept and cold taller than cathedral spires huge tower blocks and corporate structures a view surreal in the glow of dawn impressionist hues enchanting squealing views along suburban streets as the underground rumbles and a dog barks lighting a cigarette constructing the first coffee thoughts ramble to places and peopleContinue reading “Shoes – John McAteer”

I believe I would make a very good tree bending and swaying with all of it not breaking simply enduring I believe I would make a very good stone allowing the weather to be and I think I would make a splendid fire consuming all that we don’t need I believe I would make aContinue reading “Allowing the weather – John McAteer”

so many stood with secrets in their eyes as the cityscape spiralled behind and the sky a deeply bruised recipient of smoke and screams frightened souls brooded ghoulish above the flickering famished flames which clawed the tower the cladding as many stood in abject disbelief unable to assist as the pyrotechnic bedlam spat and chewedContinue reading “So many 14.06.2018 – John McAteer”