Racing Abandoned
and other poems by
Joe Keenan
Belfast
Introduction: Remembering Joe Keenan - by Peter Brooke
for once we were unself confident but now were really SURE
September 1961
crossing highstreet
a short letter
definitely degenerate
this sporting life
racing abandoned
bethanne ferguson
coming up in the world
seven card stud
uncertain futures
negativity
autumnmoon
the factory whistle
Part three
summer of seventy seven
hotshot
tommy passing free and swiftly
Hey joe
(growing) impatient
though I never grew up to be a doctor with nice clean hands and healing
for claire strides the noontime between barricades
sunnyside street