"I could leave this agony behind which is just what I'd do....

Pints of black gold, pub filled to the brim, singing songs with arms over others' shoulders, the memories almost seem dim....

i clink glasses of Guinness with newfound friends
only to have the pint glass crack apart
like an Easter egg.

There was no malice involved, but staring at it in an inebriated state
it served to remind me that after all this time
my heart is still a broken light bulb,
the filament long gone out.....

someone just asked me tonight almost mockingly if i ever felt lonely, but the naked truth was that i feel as though i am surrounded by mediocre people
 that give life that shitty sour milk smell...

the kind that you wanna throw out but it still lingers
heavily in the air regardless of how many time zones
you can cross over.

so no, i am not aching for companionship from certain individuals...but rather feeling stretched rice-paper thin and time-worn from tap-dancing for these idiots with their eggshell personality conflicts and hyper-sensitive modus operandi....

whenever i hear these chords..my eyes close and my lips open softly and silently to form these words...so goes my heart into my mouth....

and it becomes something else until the end of the tune....

until the heart i am left holding
is a jagged arrowhead of a thing
with the veins spreading out in crystal spidery threads
wondering why i am the way that i am

and that this song almost murders me thinking of Irish films, Czech women, and Cambridge, Massachusetts things...