You keep pulling
Tugging
Never knowing my limits
Until I snap!

You got under my skin,
and ripped my heart out of my chest.
You lit a match against my skin,
and then stayed to watch it burn.

              * I still cross continents for you.

No drink or drug
could ever be enough
To make me forget
How much I loved.

Questa canzone è su di te*

To you
Mother Courage
I extend a cigarette
of shy anticipation
I want you to ****** me
to implement your closure
on the monotone
Duet For One
Raid my loneliness
in a hotel on Naked Street
Walk The Proud Land
of maple leaf melancholy
as you would the violated daughter
of New York Confidential
I'll diffuse the wind
of my depression
for your mourning candle
and undo the changing of
your name
No longer need you be
The Girl In Black Stockings
unless of course you want to be
Yes I want you to ****** me
but not to bear the burden
of a Miracle Worker
steady as you've been
on that unenviable pedestal
In the dictum of my
infinite malaise you define
The Last Frontier
Let me light your cigarette
Louisa
with which you would illuminate
the fog of my unbridled
Silent Movie

My memories burn  .  .  .
Red rose lighted by the moon,
  .  .  .  Cold funeral pyre.

We have an Irish kind of love
Her and I
Myself and herself
Old and young
Young and old
But which is which
Sometimes
I know.............

We have an Irish kind of love
In how we talk
In riddle and rhyme
Singing and crying
At the same time
Sometimes
I know.....................

We have an Irish kind of love
When we walk
The hills of our county
Herself does be scolding me
For not keeping up
What can I do
So busy watching
Watching my step
And the heathers blue

We have an Irish kind of love
Forged in an ancient ring
But of stone, not gold
Ageless and timed
She sooths me
And my troubled mind
For she is as new as the dawn
But as wise as sea

We have an Irish kind of love
Herself, and me.

After the war is over
Will we have a chance to
Recompense....us?
After the fighting is through
Who will be left
to have the sense
To take what has been
Thrown away
And put it in it's rightful
Place
Askance
You might say
And rightly so.

After the war is over
Will we have a chance
To recompense?
To these and other
Questions
I find myself
Muted, numbed
Afraid
I cannot answer
Such things
They are not
Within my authority
To judge

But war is coming
I can feel it
It is in the air
And the waters
All around
We have truly
forgotten
What war is
Too long away
Too far away
It has been
But it is truly
coming closer now
Soon it will be
Everywhere
Once more.

After the war is over
Who will be left
To recompense?