You’re someone's reason not to die.
How many plebs sat there,
castle-walls preening on their souls
thinking I'm someone's reason something died.
I thought that, heading for Helsinki
on a ship full of philosophers, cabaret singers,
a park-bench Phaedrus
turning his dial to
Gil Scott-Heron’s 20th Century
doctrines
thinking I'm someone's reason something died.
I thought that, heading for Helsinki
on a ship full of philosophers, cabaret singers,
a park-bench Phaedrus
turning his dial to
Gil Scott-Heron’s 20th Century
doctrines
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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