Wednesday, April 1, 2020

Monochrome Suburban Males. By John Doyle


Oasis and Robbie Williams tunes banged out 
on an acoustic guitar
in an industrial estate pub 
locked in a Premiership grip in a clutch

of endless Sundays 
in October.
Everyone 

drinks Miller, Coors, Carlsberg.

You said 
you would return someday
Jesus Christ -
I guess it won't be today, then.






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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