You seemed so level headed and you
Used to be oh so pragmatic and jumped
To the point of view, never once needing to
Call for help ever in your life, you just left
Me standing there, with a pencil
On my ear, so I could write down
My point of view, if I needed out of this
Cell, this windowless room, I take my one
phone call, but yours is the number I know off.

-Jamie F. Nugent

Standing in the ally to meet a backstreet ***** grinder
With barbed wire wrapped around my ankles,
Lord knows my day could have started out kinder,
And all the Marlboro's under my boot-heels are tangled,
And I found her there with her contagious smile
Even her half-finished glaze that she does twice
Is so infectious and temptingly concise,
It's like a love-letter she writes on the back of your eyelids,
See it glowing in the dark in shades of turquoise, it forbids
Crying out that on one else will ever read it,
Because lots of people want that, few of them need it.

-Jamie F. Nugent

Take whatever you want from me,
Because I haven't got that much left,
And if you ask me nicely,
Then it won't feel like theft.

I was smiling down the town hall,
With the corner of my lips I sense a dreamcatcher fall,
I said "Hey, darling, why don't you smile with me
We could stretch something sweet"
The dreamcatcher said
"Only if you stop Paris from pondering defeat".

We could close in a while,
Go south down the street and listen in style,
We all just talk until the Morse Code runs out,
It won't be long until the pretty bridge is done.

The still T.S. Elliot sleeps gracefully in the sea
He always kissed the plain train station,
And from their black coats the trumpets gaze,
They stop to touch the streetlights under the sun.

-Jamie F. Nugent

The crab scuttles along the sand,
The tide scuttles over the shore,
A lifeless jellyfish washed up by waves,
In its seaside grave, forevermore.

Dolphins jumping out of the the water,
Over the read sun
Under blue blankets of waves,
On the bed of its horizon.

The seagulls look on and laugh,
The fishes listen and smile,
We will swim in the shallow sea,
And then walk for a while.

Watching the ships return from their voyage,
As they sail slowly into the marina,
The sailors walk by us - nodding-
Into the café brimming with sounds of a concertina.

We stay there 'till the sun's daily death,
In the crowed café under the moon,
And over the skull session, you asked in my ear;
'Shall we leave later or soon?'

It doesn't really matter much to me,
I ask you what do you think,
Taking the endmost of wealth from my pocket,
It is enough for one last drink.

Now, the sea-turtles are gone to bed,
The seagulls, away they have flown,
Drink to health and stub out that cigarette,
For it is time to go home.

-Jamie F. Nugent

The storm was raging outside my window,
Just before I left my bed,
But you were still sleeping,
Not wanting to wake,
And the seaside under my wardrobe
was collecting shells briskly.
The bedroom skies never sleep.
We used to paint Mona Lisa's,
Like plays on the stage,
Scribbling on the canvas
And we gave them as Christmas toys
To the vagabond that looked like James Dean,
Oh his life is was funny thing.

-Jamie F. Nugent

That little black bottle of stout,
That you gave to me years ago;
Will never be drank nor poured out
Into drains or in through lips, I know
As my heart would go with it as well,
Spilled out until it is hallow;
It is so simple and easy to tell,
If that little bottle breaks,
My heart would soon fallow.

-Jamie F. Nugent

And tonight your house will be cold,

And tonight your mind will be clear,

And tonight your heart will be free,

And tonight, your fight finished, swift,

And this morning, you could not hold on,

So tonight, you will not have to.

-Jamie F. Nugent