I would rather share this bed
With fire ants,
Their toxin is just green tea
compered to what you spit out.

I would rather share this heart
With Ahemait, and become restless forever;
Because you would swallow this heart too easily,
And have me die a third time.


-Jamie F. Nugent

I want you,

Like a spoiled little child,
Watching that other boy play
With the toy I do not have.

But you are prettier then a doll,
Better put together then Lego,
But you are a Rubik's Cube,
With a thousand colors,

I doubt I can solve.



-Jamie F. Nugent

Just as mine was given completely to you,
You threw it in the *******,
Like it was tainted, spoiled;
As if you can just go out and get more,
But I am past closing time,
So do not catch your death
If I treat you so coldly,
But do not try and warm up to me either;
You sure do have a lot of gallI gave you chocolates,
When you wanted flowers,
To act so boldly.
A confused carpet of torn up invitations
And old mutilated photographs,
I gave you chocolates,
When you wanted flowers.


-Jamie F. Nugent

And the kisses became fewer,
The sentences became shorter,
The light-bulb was just about flickering,
The cigarette was just about ash now,
The fire on its deathbed;
Coughing its burning lungs out,
The odds became the ends,
That *****-tonk piano grew more out of tune,
Until there were no tunes at all,
The butterflies flew from our stomachs,
The wild-swans soared from our gardens,
Leaving us to sing our own swansong.

-Jamie F. Nugent

I

Bright blues and youthful yellows induce a daze of derealization,
Heavy haptic perfumes fill the nose,
All that is heard is soft music and softer chatter,
Standing among the spring dresses,
Feeling like an odd hallow mannequin,
As pretty girls and ugly women pass by,
The dumb blonde fakely smiles to my aunt;
Who holds up a spring dress.

II

It it Ireland's biggest lingerie section I understand,
I read that....somewhere...



-Jamie F. Nugent

Oh what a band of brothers we were,
The fantastic fraternal eternal gang.

Long sun-soaked summer daze,
The bunch of us, sometimes
Sitting legs folded under a parasol,
Telling stories and jokes
Beyond our years;

And then water fights,
We, the little soldier boys,
Armed with plastic pistols,
Rainbow coloured balloons,
Or super soakers,
Nobody ever won because
Nobody ever gave in,
Everyone was soaked,
Right to the bone.

Near endless evenings,
We played on the green,
Football, tag, 42, curbs,
We played on the green,
Even when the cold stung us,
Even when our skin glowed blue,
We played on the green,
Only until our mothers
Called for us to come in,
Time for tea,
Then time for bed and
A Bo Peep.

Oh what a band of brothers we were,
The fantastic fraternal eternal gang.

-Jamie F. Nugent

An old calendar ,
A Christmas present from me,
Only seen nine mouths.

-Jamie F. Nugent