She reminded me of women, I used to see as a child, at family gatherings. Tired, not quite steady,
I remember youth and senses, the smell and touch. Fascinated by breathing, in and out. Sunday walks,
The doubt of spring, makes winter warm, when all is cold is now gone, The sparkle of night, and the seasons change,
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.
Brush teeth, Planes overhead, People I’ll never meet, Some words just dance, your words dance.
Shackled to a yearning, Dripping face chin to the earth, Not buried yet, Nor glum nor trite, Earths pleasures,
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!
It takes balls, hell, it takes every inch, to keep spinning. To talk of flowers, or the death,
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,
It’s the end of winter, The sun has migrated, Finally full circle, The weeks are the same though, sti… as I drive home,
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,
You have to, jump in with the sharks. They won’t eat you, unless you let them. You dodge and dive,
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,
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…
