We built a little night
but you emptied it.
Your Dublin beachhead
is all undertow.
Dead menus blow from
one gutter to the next.
Westward parks
fill with fever.
A gibbeted sun
hangs ignored.
O darling...
I'm not this way,
I'm not this way -
remember what I am.
Feb 28, 2021
Feb 28, 2021 at 3:43 PM UTC
We built a little night
but you emptied it.
Your Dublin beachhead
is all undertow.
Dead menus blow from
one gutter to the next.
Westward parks
fill with fever.
A gibbeted sun
hangs ignored.
O darling...
I'm not this way,
I'm not this way -
remember what I am.
