I look out over the expanse of the… the lights forever glisten, gauging the distance between every… in houses with cutlery now clinkin… 7pm and maybe conversations.
To sin enough, is to sin forever, shine dull nor pure, but fear!, fear the end. Does it end after night, or at the end of the day!
A drink. A sip. I sip you and you sink me. The empty bottle, is the saddest sight.
It’s the end of winter, The sun has migrated, Finally full circle, The weeks are the same though, sti… as I drive home,
Wake to the sun on fire, a wandering wisp of a dream, In it’s forgotten desire, a candle… as a sonnet sings sentiment as bri… What is a plum situation,
My father talked often, of what went wrong, who his father was, Who he is as a father, Long drawn out conversations,
You have to, jump in with the sharks. They won’t eat you, unless you let them. You dodge and dive,
We are like pebbles on a beach. Brought by the tide, yet not born from it. Sitting, and waiting,
Brush teeth, Planes overhead, People I’ll never meet, Some words just dance, your words dance.
The doubt of spring, makes winter warm, when all is cold is now gone, The sparkle of night, and the seasons change,
The port city and it’s secrets, The Sicilians drapes hung in the… The ghosts beyond the limestone wa… The sad holy brush of James Walsh… The sanctity of the unknown,
Shackled to a yearning, Dripping face chin to the earth, Not buried yet, Nor glum nor trite, Earths pleasures,
She reminded me of women, I used to see as a child, at family gatherings. Tired, not quite steady,
Etched, in the valleys of the moon, staring from or to. Blazing the night, The autumn heat returns,
My heart stings tonight. I’ll remember your incredible mind… piercing blue eyes, that laughed and danced, as you told jokes,
