Heaney, Johnson, and Baudelaire lose no sleep
Pouring forth, stumbling over one another
yellow flowers, green bushes
wind blowing all around
river roaring past
train, metal on metal
white table and chairs
glass of wine, lips wet
red roofs yellow walls
mind wanders "what the hell is going on?"
Friends lovers enemies
coming together falling apart
Geldof sings "it was so funny I was weeping"
echoes strum my beat
I remember past words, moments
picture future ones to come
foreign shores on the horizon
buy a ticket, like a rose on your pillow
this one is not for you
it's for me
cut ties
Sun beats through