Monday, January 21, 2019

Closed Railway Station : Lucan North by John Doyle


Mid-West agriculture brown as lungs

tethered soul, cobwebbed soil, moist, prowling;

and breathing to a round of thunderclapped applause

Clark Kent leaves a vapor trail behind him

and the jocks spellbound

in their open top rockabilly jukebox car.

I’ve opened my eyes, the 12;44 clutches bends like the mist

seduces letter box, the padded flap of correspondence, mist-cold floor.

There are sprigs of mountain -

a surviving telegraph pole brown as Mid-West lung

jutting its way through the trailing thunder, the letters read of siblings, Canada Dry, Pepsi Cola

rockabilly jukebox car, gifted boys leave dust as footballs land 5 days later








John Doyle became a Mod again in the summer of 2017 to fight off his impending mid-life crisis; whether this has been a success remains to be seen. He has has two collections published to date, A Stirring at Dusk in 2017, and Songs for Boys Called Wendell Gomez in 2018, both on PSKI's Porch. 

He is based in Maynooth, County Kildare, Ireland. All he asks is that you leave your guns at the door and tie up your horses before your enter.


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