Category: Poems
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44
44 years old.Still growing,Still learning about myself,Still a pain when I have a drink.No doubt.Though it’s been a while,Not long enough.I can still feel the hangoverAcross the weeks and the months.But we are only human,Capable of greatness,Of fucking up,Sometimes in the same breath.Every morning we…
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Some Kind of Salvation
I don’t drink.I think about drinking some times.I think about disappearing into the city,Into the night.Into a rock and roll song.The music.The crowd.The passion.Sparks.I’ve been lost.I’ve been a fool.But the music,Is me.AndI am the music.Like a map,Back to myself.A pawn shop guitar man,But a guitar…
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Bath Tub Blues
Maybe I’ll run on like a rolling stone,Still going into my 80s.When my Pappa was getting his bus pass.Maybe I’ll be more like,A fat guy in the bathtub.Thinking he is having the last laugh.Either way,I’m going to take this moment.Take this day.And live it.© Paul…
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Spirit
Slept on the couch,Slept in the bath tub,Slept on the floor,Slept in the graveyard,But,But it wasn’t my time.Wrote a letter,Wrote a song,Wrote a message,Put it in a bottle,Smashed it,Against the wall.I wrote it down and burnt it.Watched the smoke drift to the skies.I walked the…
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Sunset
Take a walk,The sun going down,Shadows stretching across the ground,Still a little heat in the sun,A few folks looking lobster,Peeling and undone.Pizza delivery car crawling up the street,Looking for the right house,Hurry man, folk impatient to eat.Couples going into town,Dressed up for a date,He says,”Getting…
