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A PINT WITH SEANIEBEE, Dublin (2026)

29/05/2026

HERE LIES
YOU
& I

___________________ N I G H T

42. CRUMBLIN

Late night inside a Moscow nightclub
The rambunctious Dub is dancing like a mad thing
Pharell sounds

He bumps and grinds
Happy as he’s high
Drunk to boot
Eyeing up the pretty birds from St Petersburg
Up to get lucky

A great night altogether
Happy days!

In an hour they’ll have beaten three kinds of s**te out of him
Suede-headed Russian pigs

He will lie dying in a city hospital
So many miles from home…

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19/05/2026

HERE LIES
YOU
& I

___________________ N I G H T

41. EMERALD

After sixty years together
Fifty-five years of marriage
It is this day that I need to know something

I need to know how you smile at me

There is a crinkle of lip
A feather dimple
Soft eyes that scrunch up with care

Soft like the goose-down that plumps the pillow
Goosebumps

I still feel safe

09/05/2026

HERE LIES
YOU
& I

___________________ N I G H T

40. PRAYERS OF THE FAITHFUL

First-sight flaming impact
Like no one else before

But…she’d rather me gone

Diving surf and splash
Forever on the shore

But…she’d rather me gone

Soft kisses in the dark of night
A hand protects a tender back

But…she’d rather me gone

A two in understanding
A two in fervent love

But…she’d rather me gone

A best friend
One to confide
So very hard these days to find

But…she’d rather me gone

Watching over littles
And all the right from wrong

But…she’d rather me gone

Amants on the Pont-Neuf
Paris in the fall

But…she’d rather me gone

The finding of a matching stone
The rock
The little pebble

But…she’d rather me gone

Tracking Celtic heather
Growing old together

But…she’d rather me gone

So small a splintering fissure
That surely could repair

But…she’d rather me gone

A thousand silent blooms may sway
But really…
Whatever for?

She’d rather me gone…

* * *

30/04/2026

HERE LIES
YOU
& I

___________________ N I G H T

39. THLIPSIS

The Greek fisherman of Fiscardo
Black beard and ten buck shades
Looks like Serpico
Sits under a tree in the quiet square’s midday
Outside the resplendent school house
That is now a resplendent bar of equal measure

They are three
Himself and the publican Tselenti…the great mustachioed grandson
And an old Albanian laborer of the fields
Clad in dusty blue overalls
Readied for work unlikely to be forthcoming
And big milk-bottle-lensed black-framed spectacles
That let him see like Louis Dega

Just the three of them
And a chessboard

The old Albanian smokes cheap Karelias
Overseeing each games like a headmaster
Occasionally tut-tutting as Tselenti makes another misplacement
The old Albanian doesn’t need to play much
He’s the grandmaster of this village
Preferring instead to take up the mantle of lost-cause boards
And turn the game around
A queen
Two bishops
And a knight down
He breaks hearts through the medium of chess

In broken Greece there lies heavy a corrupt silence
What used to be the calm before the tourist storm
Is now merely the norm

At two…
The fisherman will rise and mosey across to his fishing boat
All battered and wooden and blue
He will spend the next two hours prepping lines with care
Before returning to his blonde Swedish wife
And his two little Geminis

A man who studied hard when he was younger
A degree in engineering
From the university in Leeds
Where he met the Swede
And went
F**k it
This is the one
Romanced her with Kefalonian promise
She took the bait and came
And he built her a splendid house overlooking the sea
And got himself his little boat

He’ll rise at three
When all is still dark
And the last drunken reveling tourists
Stagger and sing their way home
Spewing souvlaki

Un-noticed he’ll quietly start up the boat
And lowly thrum her out of the little harbour
Off into the glassy black Ionian yonder

As the first etchings of daybreak scour the horizon
The excuse for a wheelhouse clatters to the smell of black oil and Nescafe
He arrives at a place his instinct deems appropriate
And lays down his first trap
Nothing more complicated than a simple sink-stone
Attached to a small orange marker buoy
By proven-in-the-sea filament
At every yard a baited hook dangles innocently enough
He offloads the first and sails on a quarter mile to drop the second
A process he repeats perhaps a dozen times
He kisses the last stone before jettisoning it
The lucky stone
The last line is always the lucky line

Off in the middle distance
A Russian submarine silently surfaces
Looking like a lost killer whale that has broken some important maritime law

He lights a cigarette and turns the boat
To return to marker one
No one quite knows how he knows where to find it
A child’s-head-sized needle bobbing in the haystack of the sea
As he approaches
He kills the engine
Hooks the buoy
And begins to reel it in

Wrapping the line around shoveled hand
Removing each empty lethal hook with care
He immediately knows by the tension if he has a catch or not

Nothing on line one
Nobody home on line two
Line three proffers a lazy lobster
The animal looks dreadfully embarrassed as it emerges from the sea
One claw carelessly entangled in the snare
Mortified
Lobsters are rare victims here
Into the dark onboard watery holding pen he goes
Kept alive to await his fate
No one to blame really but himself
‘Twas a fair cop Serpico

After collecting all lines bar the last
He has little to show save the crustacean
A few single-serve-at-best fish also share the death-throed tank
Certainly nothing that could serve as lazy Susaned centrepiece to a banquet
Most of these seas are pelagically bankrupt
Dynamiteers – the performance enhanced cowards of fishing
Another Greek tragedy

He holds out for the final line
The lucky line
As soon as he commences hauling it in
He knows he’s hit
There’s some gold on the end of this baby

The line cuts deep into his skin
Drawing blood
A stinging pleasing sign that battle has commenced

Suddenly
A hundred meters away
His distressed adversary breaks the still surface in a fit of rage

It takes twenty more minutes to bring the fish alongside
By this time a mutual respect has been built
The vanquished succumbs to the waiting net with only the occasional half-hearted
Spraying schlap of protest

And the Greek fisherman of Fiscardo turns for home

Chugging into port at ten in the morning
Quayside restaurant owners come a-flapping
White napkins waving in the air
Beseeching attention
He sells to them quickly and without fuss or haggle
Two hundred Euros
He moors the boat against the seawall
And heads back to the stone bar
Where he’ll eat some scrambled eggs
Roll a cigarette
Sip Tsipouro
And watch Tselenti lose again at chess today

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19/04/2026

HERE LIES
YOU
& I

___________________ N I G H T

38. WHEEL
OF
FORTUNE

The flight had been very pleasant
I purposely chose Spirit Airlines
Arrived at The Luxor
Wanted to see the sideways elevators

And what of the cost
For this surely a last harrah
Didn’t bother with a return ticket

A substantial meal
Included a bottle of wine
I don’t normally drink wine
Red
From California
At the steakhouse
Medium Rare
A big ol’ steak
An American steak

Nothing like a piece of steak to give you courage
if you’re going on a journey

My grandfather used to say that
Apparently an aphorism that originated back in the old country

And what a journey…
Texas to Vegas
Back and forth a dozen times gathering the hardware
My raw materials
Piece by painstaking piece

It’s amazing nobody’s thought to do this before
This place of scum and decadence in the desert
This place so lacking in Christian faith
This place of filth and prostitution and ostentation and greed
This place of losers and Barry Manilow that needs its comeuppance
Nobody patriotic enough to do something

My my…
Who is going to extract the epicenter of the cancer that blights this once great country?
Surgically extract it
Bring it down
It’s amazing nobody’s thought to do this before

I’m excited to see how far I get actually
Of course it may all end rather quickly
But I know I have God on my side
If we gain momentum early in the confusion
It could be a nice run…
Start at the Bellagio
Work through Caesar’s
Chips flying everywhere
A little bit of random street action

And…
And really only if I’ve gotten verrrry lucky
Round the thing off in The Mirage

Give LV its very own nine-one-one
Long overdue

The arsenal was all present and correct
Stored in my rented lock-up in the wasteland past the airport
Built up slowly
One weapon at a time to avoid suspicion

Armory and gun shops here are a joke
I could have got hold of enough s**t to stock an army if I’d so desired
An army of God
A crusade

As it happens I’d actually miscalculated
When it came to suiting up this morning I’d too much for one person
Had to pick and choose my weapons of choice
Just like in a video game
Had to leave a load of s**t behind
They’ll probably find it
But I like to think it’ll lie there for a year undiscovered
Until the monthly payments on the lock-up eventually expire
I’ve paid in full for a year
Not in my name of course
My grandfather’s
‘Mother’s side
And he’s well dead too

The brief is simple…

No whites
No women
No children

Of course you need to understand that that’s in an ideal world
Like George Dubb-ya or that Negroid we had after him
Like all American wars
I have to assume some collateral damage
Regrettable
Lock and load baby
These grenades are anything but selective

There’ll be a vigilant amount of self-defense no doubt
Security guards
Croupiers
And those fu***rs who run the pit
Are there any sadder people in society than those mongoloids?
Full of their own self importance
As if their job was somehow fu***ng important
Greasy s**t-suit wearing c***s

Speaking of suits…
This costume is the key
Genius even if I may say so myself

Walking down here from the hotel
Neo from the fu***ng Matrix
The trench coat
Gr***des hanging off my boots
Ammunition everywhere
Armed to the fu***ng hilt man

And everyone just assuming it’s all fake s**t
Stopping for photos with tourists
And Marilyn and the Storm Troopers off of Star Wars

Cops pointing at me and smiling
Me saluting them back all serious-face Keanu-ish
Smelling with irony behind the darkest shades you’ve ever seen

All of them thinking I’m just a part of the daily hoopla
The fu***ng hoopla

Woody from Toy Story with his pathetic little pistol gives me the thumbs up

Way to go pardner

Of course the other piece is the whistle while you work dimension…

As I go about my business
I’ll be singing our Star Spangled Banner
Belting it out at the top of my voice
Patriotically
So people will know that I was a true American
As I clean this town of detritus

I post the envelope to the editor of the LA Times
In God We Trust
My manifesto
'Bit of explanation as to why I’m doing this
The reason for my martyrdom
Don’t want them to think it was the ragheads or nuthin
Don’t want my life to have been lived in vain

Ok not long now…

At the fountain
Elton fu***ng John
Your Song

I know it's not much but it's the best I can do
My gift is my song and this one's for you

Someone will have to think to turn that extravagance off in an hour
Out of respect and all that

Ok…

Getting a bit nervous
Deep breaths

Hands shaking
Deep breaths

You’re doing the right thing
Deep breaths

Right…

The door
Walk confidently

Stride
Deep breaths

You are Keanu

Right…

Safety off
Deep breaths

Gr***de pin out

Let’s do this...

Oh say can you see

By the dawn's early light

What so proudly we hailed

At the twilight's last gleaming

* * *

09/04/2026

HERE LIES
YOU
& I

___________________ N I G H T

37. WOOLLOOMOOLOO

The blues of water and sky
The whites of taxis and single wispy cloud
The browns of brick houses
The greens of trees and little ferries
The gunmetal grey of the big bridge
The bright sun-shiny sparkle that can only mean…

Sydney

Sailing past the Opera House
A pod of dolphins duck and dive boat’s prow
Water splashes catching ebullient light
The introspective old lady up the front each day

She gathers bread from bakeries in the afternoon
When their ovens are at rest and quiet as mice

She breaks the bread into tiny pieces
And drops them into a huge burlap gunnysack

She is alone and hushed in the world
Her husband flew away many moons ago

Now she has the birds
And they have her

A bird lady

At a quiet park they somehow spy her from their lofty heights
And come a-swooping

She plunges her fists into the bag and throws crumbs to the sky

Amongst avian fizz and fan and feathered flutter
She hums Feed The Birds from Mary Poppins

People say she is crazy

Feed the birds…
Tuppence a bag

Tuppence…
Tuppence…
Tuppence a bag

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29/03/2026

HERE LIES
YOU
& I

___________________ N I G H T

36. A BEER FOR THE DYING

Two friends sit with beer on a balcony
Rain pelts down hard
Tropical monsoon hard

They’ve sat in silence for an hour
Watching the deluge

There is not a hell of a lot to say...

You know this will probably be the last time I see you?

A brave enough utterance given that it’s to a dying mate

Yeah I guess that’s true
Not long now…

The rain continues to bucket down
It hammers off the wide-fronded leaves of the big tree

Another swig of Chang

It’s been a pleasure having you as a friend...
I’m going to miss you pal

Important not to well up and start crying now
I’m not the one who’s dying here

Cheers mate
I’m gonna miss you too...

* * *

20/03/2026

HERE LIES
YOU
& I

___________________ N I G H T

35. KUMIYO

Hai Hai

We’ve been together forty years
He has been a hard-working salaryman for all that time
And I his office lady
His obedience
His wife

He stays very late at his employ
Working hard to provide
Comes home drunk

Just a couple of drinks with the boys after work
Will I just allow him that woman?!

Every night

We live a silent life
A life in silence

I’m not sure he ever truly looked at me
Not in that way anyway

We entertain guests from America and Australia
When they come
I dress traditional
White-faced
Demur
Dignified
The most expensive sake from Nigata
Ordered off price less menus

And yet I know about the bars being full from five every evening
Nobody really works late
The hostesses and the mistresses
I smell their cheap perfume
I know how little he truly has ever cared
I know how much of my life I have wasted through fear and obsequience
I cry regularly
But in silence

Inside I rage

And I rage

And I rage

And I rage

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09/03/2026

HERE LIES
YOU
& I

___________________ N I G H T

34. ASSOCIATE OF APPLIED SCIENCE IN BANKING AND
FINANCIAL SERVICES

They see me as scum you know
Shouted it at me
At my children
Coming out of court

SCUM!

This was not the life I had planned
The life of a banker…

My father was a bank manager
And his father before him
At a time when bank managers were respected

When bankers knew about
Well...
When they knew about banking

Pillars of society
You left your wages with them
Your birthday bar mitzvah and first holy communion money
And they’d look after it for you
Cos they knew a bit about banking
And the bankers who knew about banking
Would ensure that your money would earn a wee bit of interest
And they themselves would know enough to ensure
That they would also make some coin on the back of the money you left with them
Not a huge amount mind
Enough that was fair and honest and upright
Enough to make the whole enterprise worthwhile
And they’d kinda look out for you if you ever got into financial trouble
They wouldn’t walk all over you
They’d lend a hand
Help you put your kids through school
Put a roof over your head
That sort of thing
A bit like the good ol’ Bailey Savings & Loan

Why…why…why your money’s in Joe’s house…
and in the Kennedy house and Mrs Macklin’s house
and a hundred others…

A time when we stuck together
And trusted one another
And the world seemed to run just fine
When bankers knew about banking

And now this…

SCUM!

Jesus
How did I ever get here?
It’s not as if I’m responsible

I was just a lowly branch manager
Sure…I may be top dog now
But I wasn’t the one barking orders back then
I wasn’t the one demanding higher and higher profits
(Something we absolutely need today of course
But not necessarily back then)
Nobody asked me if all this was right or wrong
If they had only asked…

I could have told them what was going on
If only they had asked…

I would have happily exposed the excesses and sharp practice
The dirty tricks
I would have told the truth
I’m a good family man
A Roman Catholic family man
But you see they never asked me…

Not until it was all too late at any rate

And that’s why I can still hold my head high today as the new Chairman
Look at me…
What a result
Finally career achievement
Get in there my son!
My father would be proud
And his father before him

Anyway…
It wasn’t my fault

I’m not responsible for my employer doing right
Doing right by people
Doing the right thing
That’s not my job
I mean sure
Maybe now
But not back then
Back then it was simply not my responsibility

He straightens his tie and leaves the executive washroom

If only they had asked me...

* * *

28/02/2026

HERE LIES
YOU
& I

___________________ N I G H T

33. SOBE

She was sitting alone at a busy Irish bar
Saturday night
Again…

The merry-go-round
Diddle-dee-eye-dye music
Sloshing settling stout

Alone with her gins and her rings of tins
Black roots pouring through peroxide white blonde
In places almost green with mistreatment
Torn lace dress with black bovver boots and ripped stockings
Gothic streaming black eye make-up
Celebrity skin

The former beauty who never knew just how hard or far she'd fall

He sits in beside her
Procures a beer and commences friendly small-talk
Innocent enough

It was the moment she had been waiting for
She knew HE would come
To save her

Her saviour

No evidence of stigmata
But the blue compassionate eyes
Short beard
And long hair were enough of a giveaway…

HE had come as she had hoped he would
Prayed he would

This chitchat of his was pointless with so much for them to discuss
So much real s**t to work through…

I knew you'd come

Pardon?

For me…
I mean
I knew you'd come for me

However this case of mistaken identity was panning out
He thought he'd ride with it

Ah...Okay

Dolly Parton started belting out Jolene
A surprisingly welcome respite from the fiddly Celtic crap

She took three of the tarnished rings from off of her left hand
A struggle to separate them
They left behind dark black stains
Just where finger approaches knuckle
She offered these welts as evidence

You see what he does to me?

He hadn’t a clue
But somehow knew that would be the wrong answer

Yes
I know how much you are hurting
How much pain you are in

Her eyes sparkled with joy
Eyes that used to capture prepubescent hearts
And bring hardness to the soft pornographer
Now reignited coquettishly again
He was here
It was him

I'm so happy…
You know how long I've waited

Yes…
Yes I do
But I was busy
I am busy
You know that – right?

Oh I know - I know
I'm not complaining - I can only imagine
All those people who need you
All over the world

This fallen angel
Wandering the ever-slackening tightrope between madness and sanity

And behind the decline…
Her once-beauty still there
Still readily evident
A model
A fashion photographer
A journalist
He learned all about her

The depression
The medication
The long wait for tonight’s salvation

He thought he'd change the subject

Do you play pool?

She responded like an excited puppy

OMG you know about my pool table?
Yes – yes!
Let's go and play
Let’s go now!

He’d been referring to the pool table clonking and clacking away at the back of the bar
But before he knew it
He was being bundled into a cab en route back to her apartment

Just pool ok?
I can't sleep with you
I'm sick

That was just fine by him
My but this was turning into quite the adventure

The condo was in a worn art deco building overlooking the beach

On entering…
It was a-blast with noise
Preachers bellowing out sermons
A television in every room
Each tuned to a different Bible channel
Volume turned to the max
All blending into each other
A mass of incomprehensible Christ-babble

A fat black cat sauntered by
Unperturbed
There is nothing that even the craziest human could do
That would cause an observing cat to double take with surprise
A dog would be freaking out in here
Pleading with his eyes to get him the f**k out of the place

In the middle of the room
Sure enough
A black-felted pool table

He began to rack as he looked around

A table by the small open plan kitchen
Awash with perhaps a hundred pillboxes

On a wall…
A collage of stunning modeling photographs from her yesteryears
The display smeared and flecked and striped with red

That's my blood
That's my past - it reminds me -
The past I no longer want

What looked like a small built-in broom closet was also smeared with a rough red cross

I had to put my blood here too
This is where HE comes for me
Through this little door

Despite being still somewhat fearful
His heart melted for this girl beset by The Devil
Or a devil
Or whatever it was that haunted her

He'll never come for you again
I promise

I know
I feel so safe to have found you

She broke in that rare style of a girl who knew one end of a pool cue from the other
Chin low
Staring down the barrel
She took the first frame
And he a pretty handy potter
Rarely beaten

They played three games to the incessant religious commentary

I need a preacher in every room to protect me from
HIM
He won’t come if my home is filled with holiness

I need to get going soon
Because I’ve been here now…
HE will never come again

Will you do me one last favor before you go?

Sure I will

Will you put me to bed?

Of course

The nearby bedroom is illuminated by a huge blue globe standing near an unkempt bed

Before I go to bed I have to hug the lamp

I understand…

She spreads her arms across the top of the plastic orb and hugs it
Her face pressed up against the glowing blue
Eyes closed
A smile drawing across her face

Right…my bedtime now…

She walks to him and raises her arms in the air like a child
He lifts off her top
Her t**s held in a slutty black bra
She shimmys off her white lace skirt
And climbs beneath the comforter

He gently sits down beside her
And strokes her hair
The cat jumps on the bed and paces
Looking for an optimum place to settle
Giving off the impression that he’d seen all of this many times before

I have to go now okay?

Her eyes are closed and she is still smiling

I know
Thank you for coming
For rescuing me

He kisses her gently on the forehead
And quietly pads back to the front of the apartment
Puts on his shoes
And gently closes the door behind him

Only then does he exhale properly…

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