Algo

Cúig Dán

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Death by Drowning

 

Hold me, head down

Make sure that I drown.

The water tastes nice

The salt and the ice.

Even unwanted kittens are given 

The weighed down blinded drag

And the company of ballast

In an old “bag for life”.

You’re at the end of my tether.

You stand on the shore with your something better,

Just to make sure.

 

Nature’s unnatural sting

 

Man O’war’s war on man,

The price of idle legs and hands.

Some kind of floating Demon’s kiss

Embossed its lips on knees and wrists.

A wanderer’s love bit battle scar

The porous shore a step too far.

 

Atomic Collective

 

The grand collectivist of all atoms

Will one day redesign mine

And yours,

Fashioning furtive new motifs 

On a floating canvas that rests in pieces.

A tabula rasa of forgotten truth

And unremembered memories.

Age and youth at the end of the same brush.

 

Clockwork mice on a carpet

 

Motor function is irrelevant to clockwork mice

But they still exist in a state of dependence like the rest of us

And continue to move only forward

Guided by an invisible hand who set them on their way

At a slowing rate of trajectory until completely unwound

somewhere else entirely other than where they started.

 

Nuclear Moon

 

No two-minute warning,

Didn’t see you come down,

When night turned to morning

There wasn’t a sound

 

And then within seconds 

The landscape had changed

They say it’s just atoms

Just Being. re-arranged,

But I’m lost in the shock

I’m stood in your wave

And I’d already lost

Anything left to save.

So, sift through the city

I’ll be lying in ruins

Sit down beside me

You’ve bloodied the moon.

 

Algo is from Ireland.  In self imposed self isolation, he only wears black and enjoys studying the school of Austrian Economics, reading comic books and meditating. Algo once believed he was a nihilist but now believes in something higher. 

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