st pat’s day melbourne bridie o’reilly’s carpark spillover drinking dregs from unfinished glasses he tried to chat up my sister reminded me of shane macgowan said he was lead singer

by glencoe road edge rolled out tent in july scottish dark awoke to blue van pulled into nearby layby said good morning as passing to two women who’d slept in tour-bus whilst rest of the band were stuck in europe without uk visas

week later walking canal edges caught drift of music two buskers – guitar and vocal – with a face from a melbourne carpark and an amsterdam rendition of ‘dirty old town’

 

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Carl Walsh is a neurodiverse poet who lives and writes in Melbourne on Wurundjeri land. His poetry has appeared in StylusLit, Meanjin, Rabbit, Tokyo Poetry Journal, Shearsman Magazine, Echidna Tracks, Westerly and Jacaranda (amongst others). His first book of poetry, Tarp Green Light has just been published through Flying Islands.

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