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Lucy Maria Duffy

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Lurgan, Northern Ireland

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Lucy Maria Duffy

The neon lights affected my day
The hooted horns, stilled my movement.

I sat ranched in the taxi-cab
while dirty faces peeled my skin.

I wanted to pull their eyes out,with(ice-cream)
Sweet bird, feather down....

I felt hungover, but optimistic
I wanted to shut my eyes only the sun burned my imagination.

I was thinking in colour for the taxi-cab only reminded me
of black&white films.

The quiet slicing of the fare was the frame pieces of coins.
The Charles Heston hairstyle of the taxi driver which, parted into converted ripples
His lobby-eyed looks stole silence, between us.

I was hung drawen... (stuck to the seat)

Love felt crowded in the city


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by

Lucy Maria Duffy

DreamMachineThis poem was translated by Carlos Wood
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As luzes de néon afetaram meu dia
O côro de buzinas, acalmam meus movimentos.

Eu me sento calma no táxi
enquanto rostos sujos descascam minha pele.

Eu quis fugir de seus olhos, com(sorvete)

Doce pássaro, penas caem...

Eu sentia a ressaca, mas estou otimista
Eu quis fechar meus olhos mas o sol queimou minha imaginação.

Eu só estava pensando em cores porque o táxi me lembrou
de filmes branco & pretos.

A mudança suave das tarifas eram como moedas.
O penteado Charles Heston do motorista de táxi, dividia-se em partes
Seu olhar intrigante rouba o silêncio, entre nós.

Eu fui pendurada... (presa ao assento)

O amor é sentido sufocado na cidade