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.)