Peter Boyle Biography

Who had children. Who died.
Who found himself lucky after thirty years
and stumbling home realised
it was a simple error.
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Seven years old,
on loan to an uncle
and a bundle of cash went missing.
For three days locked in a room, beaten
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I am learning to see:
Long dark streets, a certain wall,
The intestines of houses left open to the sky,
Pipes hanging like disconnected throats.
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I don’t know how many things there are in this world that have no name. The soft inner side of the elbow, webbed skin between the fingers, a day that wanders out beyond the tidal limits and no longer knows how to summon the
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The mountain beyond that pass has no name. It is too old for us to name it. The sea has the same colour as the sky but the mountain has the same colour as sand. Sand is not earth but a fluid shoreline that leads to the great cities.
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