The Roads Well-Traveled
others have broken the road;
I'll just walk it. the way out west
overgrown with dandruff,
scruff
and the kinds of trees
you look at out of windows
when you've gone somewhere
a long way off.
someone is hiking the mountains now,
paused by a stream somewhere
or watching hawks
as they scatter at sparrows,
but I prefer towns, big ones,
where there are so many
people to talk to
that it's easier to be
on your own. carpeted bars
and lights in imitation gaslamp.
women with their hair curled
or straight as fashion dictates.
I wonder
as my fingers take their walk
which path I will take next
and how many
men
who look
more or less like I do,
nightly traveling,
sitting at keyboards,
have taken it already.
Diarmuid ó Maolalaí
A little about
myself; I'm a graduate of English Literature from Trinity College in Dublin and
recently returned there after four years abroad in the UK and Canada. I
have been writing poetry and short fiction for the past five or six years with
some success. My writing has appeared in such publications as 4'33', Strange
Bounce and Bong is Bard, Down in the Dirt Magazine, Out of Ours, The Eunoia
Review, Kerouac's Dog, More Said Than Done, Star Tips, Myths Magazine,
Ariadne's Thread, The Belleville Park Pages, Killing the Angel and Unrorean
Broadsheet, by whom I was twice nominated for the Pushcart Prize. I have also
had my work published in two collections; 'Love is Breaking Plates in the
Garden' and 'Sad Havoc Among the Birds'
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Poetry