Then night falls again and again, and you still have no idea where you are- Elizabeth Gilbert
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.
Mercury's down, down touching Earth's leery skin,
fragments of times he was riding high,
fragments of a place he wined and dined us as
spectators of Rome's triumphs, New York
a yellowed blurry sidewalk, praying to its rains,
its succulent icons. Mercury's down, down to number zero,
day of sneering snakeskin black, hour drowned in a predictable sorrow,
one that lung-less lovers failed to heed, when life bubbled at the top of
his thermometer, left sunshine scalded in his rhapsody.
Since then, we leave a tip - for the frightened waiter,
the over-loved beau,
the voice in the wind huffing words of disgust, confusion -
on his midnight-hollered window
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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