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Richard Troy

1. Mound

Atop an overhang
of shale, soil and sandstone.
The tide below
not twenty yards
from my feet, all-a-dangle,
blood-pressured
without the ground
to press for
circulation.

2. After Carver's Fever

- Heartburn from the turkey bulge?
- Not quite.
These are pages that brush
as feathers
and words that touch
all weathers.

One is read in reading,
lightened and enlightened.
A mind's recline
on an ow-tov-baw-dee-ee-zee-boy.

What was stiff and insolent
is now exasperant with sighs
swept as waves in quiet overlap,
tran...quil..re...quite..re...store.
- A salve?
- To bathe the fever of memory.

3. Temple Theatre

The finger raised across the vista,
A spire glazed in scaffold.
An example of how
People make amends for
What they've already torn down.

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Biography

I'm a single, white male in a single-roomed flat in inner city Dublin.



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