Fergal Dunne Poems
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Monday morning 10am
The sun doesn’t break through,
That are in excess
Your minds a mess,
And your hair is too.
Coffee mug, ashtray, mobile phone
Empty wine bottle
Take-away you could not afford.
Yesterdays newspaper recounts more job losses
Your chances cut again by half.
Make you laugh.
Rented room with London view,
You never look at anyway.
Relationships that flip and fade
Made impossible by no pay.
Placebo and Nirvana your only friends
And their words make amends
For all that...
When I Get There
The doors are always open,
I just can't get down the hall.
Like a fly in a cathedral,
I just can't find the wall.
Why am I always last through the fire,
I drink but can't satisfy my thirst.
Why do I always walk a tightrope.
When you love me like I am your first.