Patrick O'Reilly Poems

4a.m. and the town looks like a movie set
I stagger
I tip
I fall in through the cardboard facade of a wild west saloon
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Saturday night was fun
Drunk on tequila
You, like wild jagged lightning
And me clutching your hand
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Just like the face of someone sick and dying
The colour crept out of the sky
And the frost of a night
Fell
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Soft eyes stare into late nite tv

And Saturday nite turns into Sunday morning
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Life marches in & He hands you a pink slip
& a ring that used to sit
just above your wife’s knuckle.
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Goddamn, I feel alrite!

The stores are playing smooth Christmastime jazz
You can hear it everywhere.
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I AM FREE!
Liberated! Unchained, Unburdened, & Unhindered!
I am free & that means never having to argue or apologize or make the goddamn bed.
I eat when I'm hungry
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Last call
Death sentence
Thin-hipped waitresses tumble to canary yellow cabs 2,3 at a time
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the bed unmade The face
unfilled flushed warm & wet
The time got passed:
with a few regrets, the time got passed
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The good people of Kilkieran County
are scrawny, bent, and brown.
Their crop has the Blight.
Their hands are tangles of alderbrush
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