You have lingered long
At the community gate;
Rubbing yellow fingers
Stained by oxidized
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There are great periods
In our lives; passages.
Agreed. Truism.
I'm at that age, where,
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Guy was a real roust-a-bout:
Drinking, drugging, whoring;
Not coming home;
Not leaving home.
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I'm up to my
Funny bone
In winter.
If I don't laugh
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What legendary parts
Can we play.
Might we emote sullenness
And find a sheath for our daggers;
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Old men know
As much about
Love as the
Fifty-one shades
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I miss you
Like a toothache
Needing extracting.
To think I once loved you
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Does she know the silver chain wrapping
Her ankles is terminal and deep
As a trans-Atlantic cable
Connecting the Island and here.
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'Whist, is what Mammy said,
As she whisked us off to bed.
Usually we'd go quietly.
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Between autumn's offerings and spring's wings
Our winter lights are everything.
Crisp sky nights string tinsel streams, and
Crystal air heils winter's dreams.
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