I am a saucepan full of Chicken Soup
Like Mama used to make.
There is no alternative.
Of that make no mistake.
For normal penicillin will fail to do
Of getting you back upon your feet
When you're feeling sick.
You see the everyday Chicken Soup
Lacks character and Finesse.
What you need Is a recipe
To get you out of this mess.
But the recipe I'm afraid is secret
Which I'm sworn to never divulge.
But it's good for adding on a pound
If you need to enlarge that bulge.
I hope that you feel better soon
And are shortly back on your feet.
Must go and feed the family.
They're starving and waiting to eat.
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I wrote a letter
confessing all my sins.
I mean I omitted a few things
barely enough bloody ink
to address it to myself.
But the main things were included
Dublin City traffic.
Licked it shut
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and fed it to the flames.
Proceeded to cross my hooves
inhale the misdemeanors
exhale pure relaxation
wipe the slate clean
so to speak.
crashed a car on the M50
chartered a flight to Rwanda
sponsored the FIFA World Cup.
I've never been more #productive.
Stephen scribbles things whenever he is not forcing a member of the public into a CT scanner. His poems have appeared in A New Ulster Boyne Berries, Drawn to the Light, ROPES, Spilling Cocoa Over Martin Amis, Strukturriss and Vox Galvia.
The Bible as a Haiku
Grumpy old God: GRIM.
Hippy son hailed, nailed, prevails.
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I was a professional musician for decades, writing and performing half a hit single, which did not result in fame and fortune. I was also a highly unprofessional, alcoholic addict, who eventually dabbled in transgender sex work. Published work includes a widely critically acclaimed trilogy for Serpent’s Tail, more recently two novels for Fahrenheit Press and a story in Outcast Press’s sex work anthology Slut Vomit.