chestnut, coffee, mocha hazel, chocolate, ****** warm and mellow bass and cello toasted, roasted, copper cinnamon, mahogany ginger beer, novelty maroon dark brown bronzed my man
I don’t know this place anymore The faces aren’t here The souls don’t linger just a moment Conversations are void from the blank frameless canvas on my screen
JP caught the last train out I was told he waved a silent goodbye To the nobodies standing on the station
Eileen and Chris with their beautiful words Fell apart and drifted away from us all The winds of change taking them to the most remote places. Eileen is dancing with the pixies and making wishes on stars Chris not so
Gabrielle beautiful girl Head so strong and wiser than her years Has her head in a book or a family to raise or a degree in wisdom for all of her days
Paddy Now paddy can be found down by the stream Anyone who knew him Will know what I mean The fishes are high and the summer is long But from this place your spirit has gone
Bathsheda She ran (And I mean ran real fast) To the hills where she runs free Screaming obscenities At anyone who might pass A doff of the hat A piece of that cake A moment of connection Make no mistake A women of word Who won’t take your fooling But for that chocolate cake she would be drooling
Lily oh lily Oh lily my love I think you were sent from heaven above You warm my heart still But your not of this place And it’s never here I glimpse your face
Gonzo My friend With a smile that hides the reality of a man Your darkness I love Your sorrow I weep But away from here The burden was too steep
Richard Now what can I say You just got up Left the front door open with no poetic note to say good bye We yearned We missed We adapted Then we all left The glue had gone
Helen Let’s open a bottle and drown all our tears Well we could But your not even here
What do I do with this longing? no bags can carry it. I grab at the mist it floats around my head, clouding my vision. Outstretched hand returns with nothing. An inkling of wetness, or something.
Waiting for the vibration in my pocket a sensation as close to aviation as I can find. To a dragonfly's wings.