Ideas running through my fractured brain; The green patchwork quilt of Ireland has become an ethnic mosaic Bruno and Brian talked of pluralism not to create panic But to make our minds think, once again. Rory spoke about Charlotte I remember the time of his tears I imagine Bruno in flame and fears My eyes turn flaming scarlet Avril questioned my motives The inquisition questioned Giordano Rory after speech, sipped his Americano The world turned regardless of creatives Bruno died without poetry in his mouth Silenced with an iron mask Losing pick ‘n’ mix religion is no easy task Are we all ending up going south? Are we bent to syncreatic tendencies The casual, comfy route Could Bruno stay mute It’s way hard to live the seven times seventies Running through my head Running through my head The loneliness of the longer distance Digging deep in persistence No longer a child of subsistence But a grown Susan with no resistance Well maybe to the name But who can blame Suki Mac in print Suzie in the imprint No longer a subject of the path of least resistance No longer a gel of relative inconsistence No longer almost Forever ALL-IN-ALL And maybe now Talenkynic
An Idle Friday Listening to Birds Sing
Ideas running through my fractured brain; The green patchwork quilt of Ireland has become an ethnic mosaic Bruno and Brian talked of pluralism not to create panic But to make our minds think, once again. Rory spoke about Charlotte I remember the time of his tears I imagine Bruno in flame and fears My…
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