c'mere

I sit waiting shaking

Shivering like the first time you

Touched my face

Erase

A memory or two

Of you

getting there

Now more than ever

The weather

Gets me down.

But soon I’ll swoon

And wash my hair

My mermaid hair

In a lake in northern Michigan

And there are mysteries in store

When I get home

To you.

irish eyes are smiling

Good morning sun

You shine on me

Again with those beating promises

Of safety and sugary surprises.

(take me back to that moment, sweet delight)

But waking to you reminds me of

Tales of misery

(that’s the last place I want to go, now.)

and I’m alright

I’m more than okay

Brilliant

Grand, even

And moving on has become

A past tense verb

Finally, here, I can let go.

And sleep comes so damn easily now.

(Ireland has a funny way of messing with your memory)

joycean

Why is it that I just can’t stop thinking remembering daydreaming streaming consciousness quite too much to bear but hark! I won’t stop will not and nothing can force me to disengage now you’ve become too close to my heart and maybe I should be ashamed but I know that this is real true dear to me and I guess we’ll have to see but I promise

I will not let go.

passion

She is never at fault

But that doesn’t make it any easier

Victims rarely realize the reason for their accusations

Is the same as their own frustration

It’s easier to call on someone to hide your own shortcomings

Than it would be to admit defeat and reconstruct

Too many times spite takes hold

Closes in like a last gasp

Breathe too quick and you’ll need an oxygen mask

Breathe slow and you’ll go go go

Let go, let be

And remember who we used to be

I worry, I cry

But her eyes, your eyes are dry tonight

I can’t take responsibility anymore

ready

Okay, dear,

I’ll stay here

And watch your back turn

Slowly, softly

As if every twitch is too much to bear.

I’m happy to make

The same mistakes

I’ve made

All over again.

As long as they’re with you.

sunday night in clontarf

Sincerity makes for a good laugh

Let’s go to your gaff

Here I am again

Familiar, so close

As if I never left

And I awaken with ease

Please take me home

Now.

I know I fell asleep so easily

Too quickly

And I didn’t care

Enough

To make it right.

You

Owe me ten Euro

But your eyes behind your glasses look

Quiet

And ashamed

In the sunlight.

(I’m from the richest country in the world, boy, I can pay for the cab ride home.)

you there

It’s funny

The thoughts I can’t

Keep myself from having

Are the very same ones

You’ve had for years.

(Shall we?)

Yes.

I’m ready when you are, dear sir.

Let’s start the magic we know too well

We are capable of making.