Surgeon Steel.Deep down inside
A block of ice
Keeps me cool
Keeps me sane
Diamond cut precious death
Hard steel glinting in the
Dark recesses
Splintering glass
Red and blue
Enter my blood stream
And charges towards my
Heart. Surgeon steel
Cutting out the old.
Dolores Duggan
I met Keegan later in the day. I craved non-judgemental company. My clothes I had to dump. I was getting through wardrobes like a minor Elton John. Spent an hour in the shower, trying to erase the smell of the blood. A time was, like all Galwegians, I’d regularly feed the swans. It was part of your heritage. Course, like all the best parts of my life, it was long gone. Seemed highly unlikely now I’d ever be able to reenact the habit again. In Stone Junction by Jim Dodge, he says, “I don’t know a f*****g th
