graciously allowed sorrows
yet celebrants courtesy
weakly glamouring the games
self salved, impervious glints
useless toil and harmonies
filling the songless
detesting hateful
least as i swallow, shine sour towards
my lips

i am sober many years, coffee and poetry

is there any art requests? i speak irish,  raised that way

see how thats missing from america?  everyone is unable to know how to fix the homeless homekey crisis

justice being blind and poverty being beyond a shoe being shared

and italian girl and an irish boy get along
her family, law enforcement and former mafia convictions

we live away from the persecuted homeless who subside without progressive drug policy, thats a violation of civil rights
those are bodies being assaulted

martin luther king jr got shot for doing what we are

somewhere i belong is defining civil rights violations with irish poetry.

hopefully your wells are an act of kindess a day to, thats basic police work without a badge in a civilized european town.