Long Street urchin Poems

Matthew O' Harris Ease A "FAKE" Irishman

Since adopting the guise
of Norwegian bachelor farmer,
I may as well fabricate genetic stock
lock, and barrel linkedin to Celtic legend.

Sentimentalism invariably swelled me bosom
regarding how grown former bonny lad,
essentially mutely...

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Ah, the glorious damned winter
and the inviting  
gray chill in the air.
I meander 
ever 
so
slowly 
past lawns
strewn 
with a cluttered array
of pagan snow zombies -
staring blankly,
as I obliterate pint-sized
snow angels 
failing to don halos
that...

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An old hotel in Portland
Rain hitting street lamps
The buzzer
Click
Surveillance camera
“Can I get a room?”

It used to be called the "Burnside Triangle" back when it was still gay

Bump Bump da Bump da bump
Nightclubs bangin’
Young twinks in...

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I think we should have a
World Sex Day
A universal energy release to
cure Mother Earth
All we do is probe her
private parts
With drilling machines,
bombs and nuclear waste
And leave her on heat
Dissatisfied
Unloved
We leave her oozing with
acidic rain and...

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Matthew O' Harris Ease A "FAKE" Irishman

Saint Patrick's Day, or
Feast of Saint Patrick
Lá Fhéile Pádraig
invoke even non Irish to proclaim
Éirinn go Brách
translated as "Ireland Forever."

Though semitic thru and thru
yours truly (me) dons guise of being...

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Matthew O' Harris Ease A "FAKE" Irishman

Saint Patrick's Day, or
Feast of Saint Patrick
Lá Fhéile Pádraig
invoke even non Irish to proclaim
Éirinn go Brách
translated as "Ireland Forever."

Juiced tin he nuff tame afore
thee 2021 Saint Patrick's Day,
(hens this...

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Grief stricken, his eyes full of sighs,
The picture shows when the boy cries,

The sweet boy shows no touch of joy.
This is the story behind the destruction of this boy.

It is told his loved ones died...

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Guerrilla war in the Athens


Athens a confusing in August, what with the heat and pollution, I had spent the night sitting 
on a park bench, looking at a white wall lit by moonlight, waiting for...

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Matthew O' Harris Ease A "FAKE" Irishman

Juiced tin he nuff tame afore
thee Saint Patrick's Day,
(hens this faux written accent
donned to sail hub berate won big todo
fur those peep pull o' Eire rush deuce cent)

aye pretend,...

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WHEN I BIT MY TONGUE

There was once a day,
While I was walking,
When I bit my tongue’s tip,
Accidentally perhaps or,
Did someone think of me?

But the matter was,
My teeth slipped,
As I was biting through,
A shelled peanut,
Unstopped by...

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It is a city with its lurid lights lavishing upon the night

Products hawked in gaudy neon

Street lamps form uniform circles upon the pavement

And traffic signals repeat themselves across the landscape

A man with flat eyes pulls...

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Suddenly from somewhere
A street urchin-
An untamed bird of the wider sky
Dropped down
Into the circus tent
Before him was unfurled
Scenes eerie….awesome!!

Roaring lions and tigers,
Gibbering baboons, caravans of camels,
Animal tamers and acrobats,
Artists balancing on poles
Swinging from bars to...

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The Two Things
Where have we not reached?
We have been to both ends
We have walked under the melting sun
We have walkied under the painful rain
We havewalked without shoes
Have not walked along the dirty streets of Agege?
Have...

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Charlie was dead

Charlie was dead: to begin with,
There is no doubt whatever about that.
I leave my residue to Carol for Christmas
and Little Dorrit his faithful Tom Cat.

There’s been hard times here in Bleak House,
Villainy and...

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The sun has set
The night is here
The stars are out again.
Making a path from heaven to earth.
The waves are crashing against the rocks
Dancing to the tunes of the moon.
And beneath the tall palm tree
I sit...

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Another year of  
Homelessness, 
Joblessness, 
And abject poverty. 
Year after year
He wanders about the slums
Shoeless, 
Trudging through mud 
With bruised feet 
Life's uncomfortable; 
A bed of roses 
Full of thorns 
Pricking his weather-beaten skin
When...

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Failure is what I am called
Since the time I can recall
Born on the 7th
Which is generally a jinx
I grew up being called a minx
My mother died when I was two
And people said with it I...

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Trust, like a pitiless whore-master, grins
as between the sheets and at my breasts, he suckles.
Though Cupid lauds' the joy, I feel only stings.

The manic moon shivers to shriek-like violins
as trusting seed is split and son-less...

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