I didn't see how writing
words could infect
until I read
I read until
my words infected
Like a poisoned pond
Near the end I found a shoe box
full to the brim with IOU's I'd
written over my lifetime to those
I loved most. They indulged all
my erratic allegiance and suffered
kindly my drunken promises to try
harder tomorrow. If IOU let this
last promise be a paid in full?
After all each one of you made
this beautiful madness possible.
I stood on broad shouldered men
who showed me how to live in bars
and barmaids who showed me gentle
love among neon and smoke stained
rooms. We had hard scars and broke
bones and blood in our hair but we
showed them what the Irish can do.
We rise from the dead each day with
a song in our hearts and ready for
a hard days work. We do it all again.
yes I'm scowling
Don't ******* look at me
Enough water works might erode me
if i'm lucky
Drown my pores with salt
a depression blemish
Have you ever noticed how cathartic it is to cry in public?
I was teased into thinking it would work,
destroying you would destroy me.
SOMEONE ******* DESTROY ME
and don't leave any remnant.
The law of conservation of mass?
May my spirit haunt every ******* who ever let me down and take pity on those for whom it was reversed.
I have a chip on my shoulder?
I have a ******* IOU that will never be fulfilled,
I have a ******* lifetime I'm responsible for despite never once ******* asking for it.
I have expectations, I have regrets, I have no idea what I want.
There's nothing I want
there's no one I want
there is not one thing I want
— The End —