Got a new cat
Mollie died
Tears that night
I did cry
This new cat
I do confess
On the carpet
Milly left a mess..
Big pile of ****
You gone
And guessed it
I got up
And stood in it.
Owl and the
***** cat in
A boat
If she don’t
Use her litter tray
I will pack her bags
And her hat and coat.

A man once told me a story.
He was a night guard at a facility.
About how when you do something out of love it’s no longer a task.

And I figured I could try to apply that for many things I have to do.

But nowadays it seems like even out of love it’s not ok.
Dealing with the same old.
I think that’s it, it gets old.
Even for love.

Love doesn’t have to get old but I do and the things I do to.
So even out of love doing them feels bad and exhausting.
It’s not going smoothly.
I’m also feeling lost and out of options to be able to get through life again.

Cause where can I go again?
And starting again feels like trying to fix an old engine.

It runs but it’s still exhausted.
It’s never fresh and new.

A slow transition, yet so quick,
from strangers to healers, we went.
You ripped your skin, I saw through,
and it felt a reflection of mine.

Found a soul pleading to feel loved,
searching to feel safe and adored.
Scars bleeding, pain un-ceasing,
you knew to give, not to take.

Saw a heart that deserves love,
so lost and tired to search or ask.
Didn't know just being there,
felt healing and freedom for you.

Kindness is all you asked of me,
love was everything I had in me.
You healed, only to bleed more,
when you had to make a choice.

And there is the warmth that's felt from within...
Brown skin,
braces..
no ****
And yet the chest the you could lay on.
I'm intrigued 🤔
Should've got the number
Could've of held those pearly nail fingers alittle longer
Like time was slowing down
I watched you shoot the ball and miss lol
Dame I'm staring
Dame I'm intrigued
Dame I wish you asked for more then just to play with me
Cause I would play with you
I mean I would lay up with you
I MEAN I WOULD SHOOT MY SHOT RIGHT DOWN THAT PINK AND GREEN METAL ROD ....if you wanted me to

Are you free on weekend ?
Could we get donuts in the morning with pajamas sometimes ?
Is there another time that we could like fall for each other ?
COULD I RIDE YOUR BIKE ?
Kiss your cheek
See you shower
Be weird with you
Smoke you know search your mind
Taste
Feel
Hear
Hear you say my name in the morning to wake me up for work ?


Dame ..

All these questions and you are the answer to all

My Aunt says she doesn’t approve
of Alcoholics Anonymous.
In her day,
everything was out in the open.

My Aunt says that in her day
fourteen year olds had to be
back home by nine.
When they got a bit older
they weren’t allowed out
before that either.

NO. 31 O'HIGGINS ROAD, CURRAGH CAMP, CO. KILDARE.

I climb a stair
that isn't there
stand on a landing

in mid-air
each step I take
creates the next part

of the vanished
house
lost to time

as see through
as a cartoon
ghost

this was
(still is) for me
No. 31

O'Higgins Road
my world
the universe of me

what was once
my bedroom...is now a cloud
a window become a moon

night
and its storm
sit in our living room

a bird tiptoes
down the stair
flying through

nine year old me
reaching for
the light switch

to turn on
what isn't
there