Ronnie Kerrigan Poems
- I Dined Alone In New York I dined alone in New York, ...
- Memoir I have the knife by the handle, I can write the ...
- The Moon Plays Tricks The moon plays tricks first black ...
- Whispered Silence an opal tint distorts the ...
- The Wake O'Brien died young, An overdose of drugs He was ...
- The Night Our Souls Collided The night our souls collided My...
- Reflection Today I feel like a cheap ballpoint pen holding ...
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Today I feel like a cheap ballpoint pen
holding back its ink.
A barely legible scrawl
only I can read.
If the past were to sink from view
I could possibly laugh:
and periodically pen
in my best morning-glory handwriting,
to catch me unawares
and postpone my shriveled fate.