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STEPHEN MURRAY
Originally from Limerick; I currently live, write and work as a stonemason in Connemara, County Galway. I recently won the Cuirt International Literature Festival Poetry Grand Slam 2005 and will be performing my work at the birth place of slam poetry, The Mill, Chicago in Ocotober of this year.
THE NAIL
The
nail that gave way at the top Silenced
the sound of the drop As
all hell hit the ground And
a hurricane came With
an apron and mop It
rained and it rained And
it never Did
stop
CACOPHONY
The
curtain is drawn The
stage alive with the ghosts of the lost Speaking
fluent gibberish into turnip microphones To
an audience of tearful green metallic flies And
the rapturous applause of china dolls Dressed
in Victorian dreams Today
was the day the chandeliers Came
crashing to the floor The
organist died mid song Falling
face-flat-down Onto
one final eternal terminal chord Bleeding
from the ears and from the eyes It
will hit you tonight while you sleep When
you wake weeping uncontrollably In
what will be your final and greatest performance ever For
tonight is the night the puppets perform Without
strings or storyline The
band shall play in motionless silence To
an entourage of raggy dolls Who
sit violently still With
their eyes torn out While
clowns turn childish laughter Into
psycho screams in the silence But
for children’s dreams The
tales to old folk fairies tell Senile
on the carousel Of
muffled whispers from the Jack in the box That
reveal a dark and terrifying secret That
is a secret no more The
puppeteer is dead The
puppeteer has always been dead Remember
well your last night’s decent sleep It
will have been your last
STARLING Starling
you have been For
far too long You
have neglected your nest And
the magpies are eating Your
children HAIKU
Crows
play Their
black violins With
broken bows That
grind Beneath flightless wings
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