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This is a selection of poems from 1967 - 2001 by Brendan.

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IVORY TOWER

Flood-water fills the cellar,
up the spiral stairway
comes the tide of dismay,
the tower dissolves like paper.

Long tongue of horror,
underneath my trapdoor,
sucks out the marrow, entertains
my particles in a vacuum.

The forceps of the clock
plucks the pinnacle of vision;
Nerves dance St. Vitus’s dance,
peppered with pellets of pus.

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