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Follies

Follies:

No one and nothing is mine,
and who would want one when
one brings only bad ones? And
who would want nothing when any-
thing is much better?

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The touch of familiarity.
The look shared of trusting eye.
He blinks not when he stares:
the same trick from he to me.

If he stares not at me,
then I’ll stare at him. He played
a song for me: well-played.

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Who’s the John who looks like
he’s waiting for his Vietnam draft?

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All hail the follies, they that all remain!
After all the fires, after all the
too-late rain.

All hail our not-so heavenly
follies that lead the way to
deceit again.

Don’t read over my shoulder, the greedy
reader one. I curse your spirit
and wish you far now roam.

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5 February: Musings

oh what changes + escapes
a single week makes.
A single week.
A single week.
A single shot
of heaven divine in a glass of glennfiddach.
Ach, slán. Slán my dear.
Tonight we will depart well and walk
from the reverberating tracks.
I wish you not to look back.
For I will be watching you walk and I couldn’t bear
you to look.

Watching Violin and Viola Play

He touched her left shoulder with
his right arm. And I’m not sure of where
I stand versus where I stood.
Some things advance +
others lag the same old
different speed.

Some things never will change
Some things I never will understand.
The speed of the day ages
the week and unsure
will garner me a grey man.

Violinist + viola
flirt with music close.
Nothing I’ll never know. I write
with ink + mutterers I’ll sing.
Nothing like a musician’s promise
that keeps these vocal poets
away.

He bought me
a drink. He bought her
none at all.

Some things advance +
others lag the same old
different seed.

The violin + viola
swap strings. I’ll call that
euphemism + leave the
reader to think.

I’ll drink his bought drink
for me + wonder how

Some things never will change
some things I never will understand.
The speed of the day ages the
week + this unsure will
garner me away from
the person present will I be.

The violinist was supposed to leave
a time ago. The viola causes him to stay +
together they’ll play
until this bar closes +
forces them away.

But continue I’ll sit and gently
sip his bought drink.
Wondering how old will I be
how grey my hair’ll grow
before I lose this unsure
ground and the lag speeds will
become no more.

A Lover Denied

Who would wear a ring so tainted?
I threw it in the Liffey green
And as they say, what’s done is done.
And at least am I free of the reverie.

Who would wear a token so tainted
Who would wear something so tainted now?
I dropped it in the Liffey green and didn’t stay to see it sink.

The token denied by a lover fair
Or who was fair and kind until he
denied my pride of farewell nice.

What did you expect me to do
but only resolve to say good to
a bad bye?

I had given you my token
but yet twice you at once denied
my young love and
old pride.

Now who makes the fool? The one that
apologised or the one who
Threw a ring in calm Liffey green?

Once we departed and once I
called you back. Once I offered
you my ring of luck and love.
And twice you denied and made
my unluck unloved.

And now you ask forgiveness
and treaty me peace. But it
was not me that tainted such a token
But it was me who threw it away.

Who would wear a ring so tainted?
I threw it in the Liffey green
And as they say, what’s done is done.
And now free am I from this reverie.

The Underworld

They can take your body
but not your soul.
It’s only your body,
and not your soul –
but I fell in love with
that body that houses
an even greater soul.

Does that make me
selfish? I don’t care
to know. The first
time I saw you that
a-long-time ago how was
I supposed to know what
kind, great man you were?

Take me instead, take me
instead, just let them
leave my eyes and hands
and I’ll have enough to
live again.

Before they take me ears,
my dear, allow me to hear
your voice one last time….

Does that make me selfish?
I don’t care to know.
The first-time I saw you
I knew that I didn’t
want you to go.

Brown eyes matched
mine.
Who’d have though
that such a star from
a Northern boy could capture
the heart of mine on a
Saturday night without
words until the end.

This isn’t new,
I’ve felt and fallen with
love before but never
until now have I loved you.