An apocalypse of agony approaches
Like a toxic hangover,
After a self-righteous drunk, with
Propaganda spiking our drinks,
A specter is haunting -

In the hearts of heartless capitals,
Our vampire-like Leaders proclaim
From their Parliament rooftops
'Invaders Must Die!' and
History repeats itself, again.

-Jamie F. Nugent

He slipped those chords in, because
She was a Goth and he thought
She'd be impressed.
He had always been a sucker for
The type she was.

He could not help but submit
Into her being,
Into her eyes, her dark green eyes,
Into her voice, her soft as silk voice,
Into her brown hair, dyed darkest black,
Into her red rosy lips,stained shades of purple lipstick,
Into her ghostly pale skin, forever untouched by a sun,

Her name was Susan, but she rathered Siouxie,
That was what he called his obsession,
His teenage lust.
That burning feeling, that stumbled over him,
Like the edges of the sea crawling over the sand,
Until there was nothing left in him,
But that feeling, and
His knowing that he had to do something about it.

-Jamie F. Nugent

Such a love, such a stranger is
A delusion sitting in the rocks,
Inside the water's waves,
A protruding razor-sharp
Mouth pierces the surface,
No other voice sings to me like this
Convincing doppelgänger
In tangled hair like a bird's nest -
It could not hurt that much,
The waters can't be that deep-
It is so easy to kiss lips
That are not that far away,
But In the end;
The animal dies
With fear in his eyes.

-Jamie F. Nugent

Your hair is longer than before,
Mine is shorter than the last time,
All our dyes have ran out,
Into our natural brown.

Your a little taller now,
With a head,
not hanging as low,
A tighter spring in your step,
As you wittingly walk toward me.
I hated waiting,
But I've never stoped.

Eager, I can not help becoming,
In the shadow of our showdown.
Modest mercy is all I ask from you.
As we fire our double barrelled Deringers,
Bullets that shoot tangible mementos,
Pierce worthless wounds you have opened before.

-Jamie F. Nugent

There we were,
The right place,
The right time,
Undercover of
Darkness,
Earlier then
Morningtide,
Alone in the
Twilight hours,
You and I,
So entwined.
Two pale moons
Shine from outside
The bedroom window,
The night plays her
Deceptions as we are
Tangled up in illusions,
As we stretch and yawn,
As I wait for the dawn,
My temptations explodes,
Desires breaking into pieces.

-Jamie F. Nugent

Filling in the blanks,
The spaces on your mouth,
That have not seen a kiss before,
That space nobody knows,
That place nobody goes,
Shinning candle night-lights on the floor,
I suppose I will just have to do,
I did not believe in anything,
But I believed in you,
Sing to me,sing to me,
Like a ghost burning and bursting
With a long love lost,
Of a 1000 years,
Just give me something that
I can hold on to,
Something I can believe.

-Jamie F. Nugent

Where it seemed like winter lasted forever,
I didn't mind the days being dark when
Mathilda was standing under snowy streetlights,
Covered in the ashes of Icarus' wings,
All sweet and sleepy;
Mathilda may I walk with you?
Hold your hand until we become Siamese twins;
If I had a hundred years,
I would sacrifice fifty one to and for you,
To see my soul's full meaning into future years,
Love or tears,
Which one first disappears?


-Jamie F. Nugent

Saint Valentine's Day,
The only rose she received,
Gift from the waitress.

-Jamie F. Nugent

I went to her house last night,
It was a ornate little place,
With floors you want to
Walk barefoot upon.

Heavy stone walls,
Looming like doldrums,
Where I twisted to the moon,
And was teased by her blouse.

In the sitting room,
She drank *** and I gin,
Isn't it just like me
To be showing up like this?

-Jamie F. Nugent

Love can be felt as
An open heart surgery
Done by ***** hands.

Love can be seen as
Torpedoes in a fish-tank,
Ready to explode.

Love can be thought as
A massacre on the soul,
Shot in slow-motion.


-Jamie F. Nugent

Please teach me that
Things are not always bad.
Please teach me that
Our endings won't
Always be sad -
Help me find warmth
When times are cold -
Tell me a story of hope
That I have never been told,
Turn my rusty heart into gold -
Stay sitting still my little silhouette,
Just let me convince you that
It's not time to go home yet,
We'd be each others' shadows,
Even in this pitch-black night,
We'd be those people that we've
Only heard about,
Who'd had each-other to hold tight,
Help me to focused my heart
As it were a telescope
Catching the light of your galaxy,
And to fit it in to this puzzle, my counterpart,
For we shall always and ever have hope,
More then enough to fill a sea -


- Lola Rose & Jamie F. Nugent

That Witchcraft smile,
Like there's something to hide in
That Lovecraft mind,
All twisted and beddable,
Give me the sweet stuff;
Narrowly edible.

-Jamie F. Nugent

Loveless,
Love-letters,
That's what I'll send you,
That's what you'll send me.

Endless;
Dead end streets,
That's where I'll send you,
That's where you'll meet me.

Sleepless,
Insomniatic coffee-water drips until
It will dry up in the morning,
When the sun hits.

When the sun hits,
They will no place to hide away,
No lachrymose place to run to,
When the sun hits.

-Jamie F. Nugent

The tulips laid in a purple flower-***,
On the dresser top the way she laid
On velvet sheets of a big brass bed;
The radio-void was filled up gently
With classical music and static,
And her innocence showed
In the way she ****** on
A strawberry lollipop
Under velvet sheets
Of the brass bed.

-Jamie F. Nugent

Warm daze, when you wore flowers in your hair,
Sleepless nights, a scarf wrapped around us both,
Under a June moon, paradise was there,
The blue of the night, from the undergrowth,
We're down in the dark, no sign of daylight,
We're here in the night, with sounds of the wild,
If the howls frighten you, then just stick-tight,
Your black hair, moonlit, perfect mess it's styled,
Take me to the beach, bury me in sand,
Don't you know you are my approaching tide?,
The broken finger on the other hand,
When there's no where to run, no where to hide,
We could live in castles made from the sand,
Wouldn't it be perfect and oh so grand?

-Jamie F. Nugent

She drink wine on the beach,
Grand old sunny sticky day,
Tears in a wine glass.

-Jamie F. Nugent

She once read me her poems,
But the only knotical ones,
Not the ones that revealed
Her tragic secrets or past.

That was when I knew,
She would sooner see me
Become her castaway
On a desert island,
Then on her ship,
Sailing away,
Or standing with her
Hand in hand,
On a beach,
Throwing stones
Into the sea.

I could feel the water seeping through
And knew that our shipwreck
Wasn't too far away or too long now.

And after all out simplicity
After our final curtain fell,
I was just left standing in the dark,
On top of the parts and pieces
Of her somber ship,
That I stole from her
Like a kiss,
She watched me sail away
As I watched her sink.

-Jamie F. Nugent

Loveless,
Love-letters,
That's what I'll send you,
That's what you'll send me.

Endless;
Dead end streets,
That's where I'll send you,
That's where you'll meet me.

Sleepless,
Insomniatic coffee-water drips until
It will dry up in the morning,
When the sun hits.

When the sun hits,
They will no place to hide away,
No lachrymose place to run to,
When the sun hits.

-Jamie F. Nugent

Election posters,
Teared down by mother nature,
Even wind has sense.

-Jamie F. Nugent

A strange place;
This night-garden,
Under tress,
Under darkness,
Under blankets
On top of the glacial
Stone ground;
I didn't feel so cold then.
You were not a day older
Then eighteen years,
And I was not a day wiser then you.
You spoke with euphoria, delirium
Falling from your mouth;
Grinning like a Cheshire cat,
We went missing from the crowd-
All here to see you-
Rhapsody in a red-dress,
All I saw was you, in the
Quiet sleepy place where we'd be found
Kalopsia soft in silk,
Pale milk skin blending with the moon above,
You shone maniac moonlight into my eyes
Until I was your lunatic,
Just in the night,
We watched the lanterns fly
Just in the night,
We watched the lanterns die,
In the starry moonlit sky.


-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

She always dressed
In the saddest shades
Of gray upon darker
gray;
She only felt comfortable
In gray,
Sleepy and paralytic,

Scanning her life through
Black, white and the gray
Photographs
Of Marilyn,
Of Charlie,
Of John,
Of Paul,
Of George, and
The other one.

She kept her smile well hide
Under her gray scarf.
She, the gray coquelicot
Who bloomed in the arboretum,
Where the roses were gray,
And the violets too,
She felt at home and sweet.

-Jamie F. Nugent

The amount of times,
I've nearly burned this house down,
"Accidentally".

-Jamie F. Nugent

December Darling,
I didn't feel so could then,
Love, when I had you.

-Jamie F. Nugent

She boarded the train,
Slowly sitting down in
The seat to my front left.

It was late and
The carriage was bare,
With sleepy passengers
On the night-train,
The near-naked-train.

A few quick glimpses -
Scared she'd see -
I went to retrieve my bag
The other end of the carrige,
On my way down the narrow isle,
More so as to pass her,
Then get my luggage.

I caught her side-profile,
Perfect as a silhouette
Inside a heart-shaped locket.

Her chestnut hair fell down to
Her chest but there it stopped
To smell of hazelnut chocolate.

The beginning of a crack in
Her spectacle lenses and
How her teeth slight showed,
Even her flaws were perfection.

-Jamie F. Nugent

Never trust a man
who tells you
he is a businessman,
vagueness in a black tie,
he must be in the game
of drugs or other illegal fancies,
or the absolute worst of all,
he is telling you the truth.

-Jamie F. Nugent

You can't wind back the clock
When it has melted in your hands;
And to sizzle the hollow hearts of starving artists,
Feed them riddles you kept
In the empty space behind your cheek.

We won't die of thirst, if we are
Standing in puddles filled by crocodile's tears,
Softly soaking our shins,
We dissolve.
Like sugar in steaming sweet tea,
We dissolve,
But we leave a tease
For sweet tooths.

-Jamie F. Nugent

The old town,
Oesophagus of Main Street,
I am swallowed down,
And for it, my chosen ode,
Let's do the time warp again,
The yellow paint eroding,
Peeling right off the courthouse walls;
Cobwebs cover the judge's gaval
Because there are no killers standing in the halls,
The trials just concern unpaid bills and tickets,
Because it is such a fine, lovely village,
Without any crime, trouble or pillage,
Tuesdays on Main Street -
Hear the pins drop
Or just listen to the sound of the crickets.


-Jamie F. Nugent

Elegys are the lies
we tell dead people,
When we know
they won't hear us
From up above,
Or from down below,
Or just in the ground,
in the dirt.
Wherever you want to believe,
Just believe they can't hear you.
When you say that
He or she was this or that
Now and then
When you were nine or ten,
When they came back from
The shop with a sugar laced treat
That was never quite as sweet
As them.

Lies,
all of it.

-Jamie F. Nugent

But life's just like that,
Sometimes you open
the kitchen door
to let out a bee,
and a wasp flies in.

Hot tears, streaming down cheeks
like raindrops hitting
on spaceship windows,
just before it leaves this world,
and all it's thin white worry;
Even Lazarus must have counted
the ticking of the clock,
just as his soul imploded
inside the crux of a blackstar;
He blindfolded himself
so we would not see what he saw,
and he never knew the people
he made weep,
but they understood him.

-Jamie F. Nugent

At times, we were
Statues in a museum gallery -
Crumbling -
I took pieces from you,
And you from me,
But we always felt
Empty-handed; after
La petite mort.

Still, some our days were
Perfect afternoons spent
Swimming in the late,
Or sometimes the river,
When the sun beat down,
In orange boxing gloves,
Melting you and I,
Like butter on toast.

- Jamie F. Nugent

So what if he comes?
I'm not surprised anymore,
Same old obsession.

-Jamie F. Nugent

I  am not sure if you are Good or Bad,
I am not sure if I want to find out,
I know your name,your style, your taste,
But, I don't know what makes you tick,
Makes you smile,
Makes you cry.

There is a story here, one I am not being told
Waiting on you to unwithhold,
This vague cold uncertainty
Of my not knowing what you want,
Tell me what you need, and all
Your ***** little secrets and all
Your little ***** desires,
Addictions, addictions.

I stand lost, astray in your winter gaze,
Like nostalgia for years and years past,
If your looks could ****,
Your words would do much worse,
Give me your best,
Your worst,
Along with
Everything else,
And nothing more,
Or nothing less.

-Jamie F. Nugent

The weekend lovers,
They never talked when sober,
Strangers come Monday.

No kindness from him,
Wants not her love nor her mind,
Just her body, drunk.

Lonely in his arms,
She keeps up the masquerade,
Nothing else to do.


-Jamie F. Nugent

I wore the shoes of the old man,
Oh how my thoughts and feet ran,
All through the hallways, bottom to top,
Filling them with sound of clip and clop.

I wore the shoes of the old man,
But to fellow her was the best plan,
Walking for miles, the long way round,
A prettier stroll with the loves I've found.

I wore the shoes of the old man,
They go swiftly down the main street to catch a tram,
With her hand in mine, I took her aboard,
As the rain outside and our indoor hearts, poured.

-Jamie F. Nugent

Perfect and elegant, like some statuette,
Impossible to touch
She seems just like a silhouette.
Behind brown eyes,
Behind the looking glass,
She sees
All the men, who've fallen for her,
Their shattered knees.
Unbalanced, I'd become,
Upon passing her on the staircase,
As she'd walk, in her quick pace,
Hair, brown, curly at the ends,
Brushing the banisters top,
Sweet and addictive,
Like a narcotic lollipop.

-Jamie F. Nugent

You are still there,
In photographs,in the back of my mind
I can't extinguish;
You are the song,stuck in my head,
I can't rid,these annoyingly pretty sounds,
Your volume tends to blare,full blast,
I can't set it aflame, because
It's so cold,impossible to grasp.
A hallow cup of poison, with it's
Cranberry juice taste, that's
So easy to swallow, that's
So hard to spit out.
You had to make yourself into a monster,
Just to scare me away,
But running away fixes nothing,
Nothing at all
Well,at least
Not for me.

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

Loader then bombs,
What happened was unspeakable,
You kept it in your mind,
And Oh My God,
What happened here?

Every nightmare you've ever had,
You've cried out to your mom and dad,
And Oh My God,
What have we here?

You took your secrets,
And buried them in the dirt,
Now, I've no idea,
But Christ it must hurt,
And Oh Sweet Lord,
The tears you've poured.

And Heavenly Angels fall the furthest,
And God knows you don't deserve this.


-Jamie F. Nugent

Warm daze, when you wore flowers in your hair,
sleepless nights with your shawl wrapped 'round us both,
under glowing moon, paradise was there,
the blue of the night from the undergrowth,
down a dark garden, so far from daylight,
sharing the night with the sounds from the wild,
if the howls frighten you, I'll grip you tight.
With black flowing hair, in perfect mess styled,
take me to the beach, bury me in sand,
don't you know you are my approaching tide?,
the broken finger on the other hand,
for you, all of my doors lay open wide,
to places unknown and all things unplanned,
we'll hide there in golden castles of sand.

You fell into my arms
As if my bedroom floor
Was a lake frozen over,
I held your heart
As if it was an orange to peel,
Stripping it back,
Piece by sweet piece,
Until the juice run down
My fingers,
Trickling,
Melting the ice.


-Jamie F. Nugent

Lust Often Violently Evokes
Lost Obscure Vulnerable Emotion;
Lakes Overflowing Verge Earnestly
Letting Out Velvet Explosions.

-Jamie F. Nugent

Oh my darling Ruth,
Now I just want some truth,
Will you be here in the morning
When I wake up?
Or will you go to Sunday school
And sit among the boys that drool
All over you;
Just like I do?
Because you're something else.

Listen to the preacher preach,
About footsteps on the beach,
Jesus Christ, when he carried you home,
But I just want to be alone with you.

Now, I know how you tire
From singing in the church choir,
So leave it to me,
I'll make coffee,
For you, when you get home.

And I'll clean up the house for you,
Be as quiet as a mouse for you,
I'll do the chores,
Like sweep the floors,
Before you get home.

And I'll tell how I missed you,
And I will hug and kiss,
And you'll kiss me,
And taste like coffee,
When you get home.

I rejoice at your voice,
Reading Hemingway or James Joyce,
Oscar Wilde or Sherlock Holmes,
When we are alone.

Star Wars or Harry Potter?
Which film would you rather
Watch tonight?
I'll turn off light,
I'm so glad you're 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

These nights are so sleepless,
When you're in such deep bliss,

Sometimes love feels so loveless,
When we're so turtledoveless,

These kisses are so painless,
It almost feels aimless,

These fingers of mine,
Right down your spine,

Under trees,
Under a star,
Hidden beneath,
Those rain-clouds of ours.

But I still let out some sighs,
Long after goodbyes,

The sooner I'm gone -
Sooner you can get on,

Forget all about me, dear,
Like a ghost that was never here,

We might fall in love someday,
But for now, we're strangers come Monday.

On the street where
The birds actually tweeted,
The bees did indeed buzz,
That street smelling of
Sweet grease
From the chip shop,
That is where
He held her hand,
And just to watch,
Gave me knots
In my insides,
The way he pulled her
And dragged her,
Showing off
His property
To the world.

-Jamie F. Nugent

It was when my waking eyes
shank into the dent in the bed
                                that I knew.

Torpid, little tense in the neck
the phone dead,
my hand snaking through
       a mesh of wires
to get to the muzzy
                  crux of it,
it was yourself
I turned up tangled in,
found ensnared, redrawn,
in throws, and throngs
            of a clonic cupidity.

That was us
who mangled in the night
like cobras with empty stomachs
Churning round
small nocturnal animals
         in the dark,
even in the dark,
I swore your skin was pellucid.

Sleepy-headed still,
I skedaddled outside
to swallow the rain,
and slumbery remember summer,
when I hopped as light
as bird from brier,
up rises my spirit,
down falls the foot
caked in muck,
schlepping slowly
through the mire.

You've slept in my bed
it seems, for as long
as memory serves,
just one of the many things on Earth
I've noticed and subsequently
           can't unnotice,
like the way in one hears a clock
tick.....tick.......tock......
only when one is listening.

I have noticed
that dent in my bed
grow into a dozing silhouette,
noticed the garden-gate
creek in F minor,
silver cobwebs in the loft,
               distant dogbarks
and a pomegranate stain
on your mother's blouse.

Once, so thickly laden
with expectancy,
                     now I know
that I am
                        no longer
                           Waiting.

Oh what a gorgeous,
cruel and ugly city,
Where titanic buildings
tower the gray sky,
Where the natives
are fluent in gibberish,
The prudent rapid ramble rumble
of Liffeysiders.
Spare a few shillings
for the ******'s fix?
Or pretend,
like most passer's by,
That you're deaf,dumb and blind.
The quick slick kick
of boot heels on stone bricks,
Down the Trojan streets
I would fellow
like desire lines,
Bumping into para-mores past,
awkward small-talk,
How they have changed,
for the better?
A winter's day,
feeling like spring,
Bustling ancient streets,
That are charmingly gruesome,
Warm and lonely.

-Jamie F. Nugent

Her hair is purple,
Her heart red raw with blue blood,
She can't dye her heart.


-Jamie F. Nugent