i’ve
watched no country
seven
nights in a row
not strictly an active watch
one and
a half times with ponytail
once without breathing
but
never forgetting
how you did the leaving
boyos
have the heart scars
after every beating
to
prove that
we can move it
that there's blood on our shoes
that there's blood on our shoes
to match the blood on your boots
you couldn’t just call it off
instead
you decided
the best route was to not talk
before
the light went soft
and you gave it up
with chamomile
tea
an infidelity
on a monday
when he’d already called in to work
so
that’s
when he convinced you
‘we might as well make use of the church’
on the run
on the
coast
sailing
winds
the arrogant boast
here’s
a toast
to the
ones you leave behind the most
the
ones who brought you to the air
what future holdings do to fear
hot
brown coffee has no care
just
like you won’t hear
the cow screaming
who
and how it got there
makes
you think ‘fuck the ones’
who need to stare
who
need to understand things
or share
stay
away from the kind of people
who
like movies
or music
who get
things done
so yeah
that’s pretty much everyone
except
the little boy
lord fauntleroy
who took
one last shot
with all
his toys
headed
east to wait
for daddy
to die
for
the money to come
dressed
you up like it’s 1981
like declan
patrick aloysious macmanus
laid down his gun
to spend his time
reciting
schoolboy puns
ever clever
down the rabbit hole
pouring
concrete footings
around your flagpole
telling
you all the truth
you
choose to hold
like
who you
are
and
why
you’re here
was fifteen the other f word
or was
that father
i used to burn certain suns to know that
truth
but now
i don’t even bother
might
as well put a name on it
catholic
convenient
but everything
including ideals
including ideals
can be labeled as wrong
and
there’s no such thing as simple
songs
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