Samhain beckons...

beachcomb-overs

La Vida Es Sueno - my chapter 2 started here

Ben Bulben, Strandhill, Co. Sligo - go there!

It's Done

Done
Done
Done
and dusted


couldn't be trusted

Adios Enemigo

Slosh, splash, crash.
F*** You

That's how it ended

How had it begun?

A sun-splashed meeting of eyes
street noise, cigarettes
on the chance
out to dance
on the edge

edge of the bed

and down down down
over time time time



things have drowned

drowned

and glugging throat choked hope
has all but expired
from this once hearty happy chest
of precious things

Now

he

loss lost lose me from thee
lost

fumbling,
stumbling,
never willing to learn
anything

not open to amelioration, of any kind

erring

again and again

brassy, brutal,
bad bad bad

an impoverished lost fool in the world
whose own coat is tattered and torn

No more, thanks.
Enough is enough,
I mistakenly thought it was as good as a feast

More of life. please.

Have we forgotten how to hope?

The American's have Obama
What have we got?
NAMA

I despair of the relentless NAMA-led discussion with no alternative posited.
I'm tired of seeing fat, red-faced men and women in suits pretend they know what's best
myopic, short-term thinking, pandering to the already too-well off, and oh so arrogant and overfed
risky, inflated, careless, business practises should not be condoned, let alone re-financed all over again
I despair
I tear my hair
It's not fair