Saturday, June 27, 2015


we get money;
pressed, printed and promulgated
it is a currency of belief,
temporary relief.

with the heroin slow drip of dependence,
it hones instincts of survival at other's expense,
hardwiring soft feelings
to be measured in euro and cents.

and the jeunesse dorée,
with their branded bags,
and an insatiable appetite for
all things worthless and new,
stroll the streets of Dublin,
with white wires hanging,
from speakers that are banging,
the same old messages
that brought us here.

condemned are we to learn

and relearn.

© niall oconnor 2015

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