the broad back mountains of there is some dust of mellow light a failing day
milked and honey dewing the tremoring gardens. i tend them with my
mouth, are they well?and i ask the shop keeper what isle may i find some
cotton tubes. he seems a man slightly shocked ears crinkled in the veneer of youth chipped clean
an man oldly. am i odd here, and outside the lashes of air break on trees
the leaves muttering a basic pleasing sound

the light is angry in stark dress that is up and i see its nakedness on every
item languishing on the shelves. but here and there is some shadows, it
's not new. this place. like the man. it waits for silently some patrons who
might find it amongst the hills. cleanandwaiting. he walks it every day
sifting the echoes with some boots leather creaking. startling the empty
air with his generous presence. generally i walk about and look. and i
found them. "seven.25"
ok

All alone
Blood and bones
Watching
Waiting
For that special one to come
So far nothing
Only cuts and bruises
Two oldly shaped things walk past
Hand in hand
Heart to heart
Love can't tear them apart
There mouths connected together
Arms in braced in a hug
Cold shivers down my spine
Feeling sick
Closing my eyes
Only wishing for that to happen to me
To get my heart beating
My blood pumping
My body numb with love
Warming me up
Never letting me down

Love sick

All great thoughts while walking
Nietzsche and Aristotle

I too am peripatetic
Drink Coca Cola from can and bottle

She's in my mind tonight
I hope that I go boldly

Words become deeds
Before I am too oldly

               Galway!