She reminded me of women, I used to see as a child, at family gatherings. Tired, not quite steady,
My father talked often, of what went wrong, who his father was, Who he is as a father, Long drawn out conversations,
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.
It takes balls, hell, it takes every inch, to keep spinning. To talk of flowers, or the death,
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,
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!
The doubt of spring, makes winter warm, when all is cold is now gone, The sparkle of night, and the seasons change,
It’s the end of winter, The sun has migrated, Finally full circle, The weeks are the same though, sti… as I drive home,
My heart stings tonight. I’ll remember your incredible mind… piercing blue eyes, that laughed and danced, as you told jokes,
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,
Brush teeth, Planes overhead, People I’ll never meet, Some words just dance, your words dance.
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 couldn’t think, of anything worse. From the outside, Looking in. Draining your soul away,
