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John W. Sexton


Few Realise

in the vacancy alleged
to be sky …
a moment named crows

               an elephant in every room …
               the graphene city
               folds in its case

the solid starlight
of moth’s smear … I shut myself
into the wardrobe

               in her cloak
               of starlings … lime burns a swathe
               behind her

spirits of canaries
flutter in the mine …
his lungs inhale souls

               Mineday morning
               they take a step
               into smithereens

few realise the Heavens
in cancer …. Fermi
enters the atom



Only the Best

a knock strikes hidnight ...
shadowlanches detach
from the mountains

               “the moon’s
               a ball of string”
               was grandpa’s thing

ripple outdoes the stone …
Paradox Lords
forever on their way

               he discerns in the beach
               a sand abacus …. the tide
               hisses in

moon-yolk quivers …
the empress pengwitches
climb the aurora staircase

               the prisoner
               in the diamond cell …
               only the best for you



John W. Sexton lives in the Republic of Ireland and is the author of four previous poetry collections, the most recent being Vortex (Doghouse, 2005) and Petit Mal (Revival Press, 2009). His fifth collection, The Offspring of the Moon, is due from Salmon Poetry in spring 2013. Under the ironic pseudonym of Sex W. Johnston he has recorded an album with legendary Stranglers frontman, Hugh Cornwell, entitled Sons Of Shiva, which has been released on Track Records. He is a past nominee for The Hennessy Literary Award and his poem The Green Owl won the Listowel Poetry Prize 2007. In 2007 he was awarded a Patrick and Katherine Kavanagh Fellowship in Poetry.
 
 
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