Tomcat's inner visions in Ireland (his inner Eire

[serge gurkski]

I.
First assault attempt:



Grafunkelstoned
or tortured by dirty jest,
fired upon by massive weapons
of me-distruction,
exploding into
Garfunkels finely greysteinish
mini-afro and Frank-
by a shelleymaire
stein and then stoned,

I, the poet-me-is-to-me
is one daring who*
and am whipped into
deliciously delirious desires
by machine-oiled
female thighs rocking
hard against him/me
hit me
a massive explosion.

II.

Decamped by Davids


Her thoughts are gyrating** about her idiocentric world alone.
Hesitantly we're Camp-Davididdlin
but prefer belfeasting upon on
St George's out-Crossed
Union of Jekylls.
Almost as if not for just for
vile male fights' delights
it mattered

to whom?

The press?

III.

De-famine


Béal Feirste
is mouthing
more sandbanks
as needed to
defeminize.

Biffawst***, be fist
but open it up!


And I am your
newest Halo.
Hello!

As if for your religion
was worth it to die
for ever, ever

I sigh
and just
- drowning myself in
another disgraced-by-me glass
of how-d-you.cum-on-me-best
I-lique.our. )

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*Gallagher o'course
**Yeats' Sailing to Byzantium
*** = Belfast in Scottish Gaelic