There is no game of power
Inbetween pawns
From here only what's leftover
Until on one the truth dawns

Living in the small world
One would learn to look away
From words uttered and faces whirled
Smiling because they know the way

And somewhere deep inside
Seems like somebody hid the key
We were born the day freedom died
Stumbled our way out of the sea

Whatever ever it may not be long
Before I dabble in psychiatry
I'd urge you not to come along
Disease has its own poetry

Off the coast of Panama,
That's where I belong,
I got all the time,
There,
Where my only flower grows.

To Your pirate prisons please!
That's where I belong,
To the cold, dark, blue, grey cells of Yours
There,
Where my one true love hopes.

Lock me up and beat me up,
So I'll know that You love me,
The only love I've ever known,
There,
Was the love I found here.

Take all my time,
Like if I've never had it,
Years, decades, centuries?
There,
Where days are (not) my enemies.

For now, I can only wait,
For You to be my one sacred place,
Go and make me Your cellmate,
There,
Where I've always longed to be.

Scars of the heart are the hardest to heal

Yet the greatest you can feel

To give yourself freely

To be released just as easily

She had all of me

Completely consumed by her

There was nothing left

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.

the sky void of light
city sprawl stole its shimmer
ever present glow