Few Haikus On Tic 6: A Hiatus Ends
Well, we're back at it again, writing poems and uploading them here.Before I'd have posted them to my Instagram and Twitter, both @scatterdebris for anyone interested in that, now I'm compiling my recent haikus to this here blog.
Absolute State Of The Nation
Despite us not having a two party system officially in Ireland, let's be real, it's a two man ship careening into a reef, FF. FG, FO is my response to both.
We're ruled by Janus,
God of mediocrity,
A very Irish curse.
The Difference Between An Artist And A Hack Is In The Arts Council Funding
Writing is hard, and alienating, and you really do feel like you're just milking your past for tepid validation.
Diary pages,
Words bent like origami,
All for a few likes.
Those Who Can Do, Those Who Can't Teach, Those Who Can't Even Do That Write Instagram Poems
Similar sentiment to the previous poem if I'm honest, futility is a running theme with my work
Just futile outbursts,
Mythologised tragedy,
Scrawled in silicone.
The Most Haunted Places Are Rural Irish Nightclubs
Going out in your hometown in Ireland is shit, and here is why.
Death by big room house,
Isolation in 4/4,
Never enough smokes.
University Debating
Couldn't really think of a great snappy title for this one but the poem says it all tbh.
Perverse theatre,
Masquerading as science,
Same mask changing hands.
You Can Repeat An Assignment But You Can't Repeat The Sesh
The thoughts that keep plaguing my mind as I work.
Stole from my future,
Hollow dreams of a 2:1,
"fuck it, one more pint
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