dublin for down(town)ers

[serge gurkski]

Dublin for downers


Unsmokeable pubs puke me out like
moms wanting nothing but getting it right and rid of
the shit they just made into getting alive.

In drinking nights there is a point of time,
when I can as well close my eyes
and can confidently go on blind.

Of course blind is best for a motherless child
to just flow along, kissing crashed
birds as wondrous as myself
while passing them (by)
and whistling
to a beauty taking a stroll, I'd had so loved
to have loved,,
you know what I mean.
She looks like Isabella Adjani. ,-) *

I rather join the floaters'
on the rooftops gesturing obscenely
stoned, while wet kissing the next
pouty-lipped standing by.

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on a poem by Baudelaire a une passante ...)
an idea by Beckett and me.gestures
* Rory got a bit carried away here. Quote by him.
Thank you shemthepenman!

(will not link it but: Irish Tour, I wonder who)