The Coins

The Coins

For Danny Friel

No Monsieur Messiah

I did not like a gobdaw

bury the coins in the garden

expecting silvery bushes to grow

I did not feck the coins after peg-legged Ninnies 

I did not piss the coins agin the jacks wall in Mcdonagh's

I did not throw the coins out the window of a Limousine

Take one good look at the cut of me

my hands my face my name

is not Georgie,

nor Alex,

nor Ollie,

nor Shane

In fact

I can't

for the life

of me say

when I lost them

or

if they were stole

Just

that when I was small

there were boys

who would grab you

turn you up-side down

and swing you back and forth

by the heels

like a pendulum

and

en'anyways

Alls I ever had

                       in me pockets

                                           was holes