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 heart stings tonight. I’ll remember your incredible mind… piercing blue eyes, that laughed and danced, as you told jokes,
I couldn’t think, of anything worse. From the outside, Looking in. Draining your soul away,
You have to, jump in with the sharks. They won’t eat you, unless you let them. You dodge and dive,
Brush teeth, Planes overhead, People I’ll never meet, Some words just dance, your words dance.
There’s not enough time, Not for seeing the world, no no But feeling alive, To hold your friend when they weep… For being in a hole,
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,
We are like pebbles on a beach. Brought by the tide, yet not born from it. Sitting, and waiting,
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!
She reminded me of women, I used to see as a child, at family gatherings. Tired, not quite steady,
Shackled to a yearning, Dripping face chin to the earth, Not buried yet, Nor glum nor trite, Earths pleasures,
It takes balls, hell, it takes every inch, to keep spinning. To talk of flowers, or the death,
A drink. A sip. I sip you and you sink me. The empty bottle, is the saddest sight.
Soon as the sun, as life becomes d… I flow with a heart, all the worst… No more can I mourn, myself as I… It’s bright and it’s sad, but toda… like the years gone before, or the…
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.
