memorabilia

apparently you found my blog

my gothic irish lass

and texted me,

“Ha! So you’re not over me!”

 

 

i’m drinking an irish car bomb

in your honor

and i still haven’t responded to your text

no, not yet

 

this is not a contest

where the runner up get’s something for free

this is something you have to earn

 

i will watch heaven burn

before you and me

are on your terms

 

o.k. so “you and me”

i want to be

with every fiber of my fucking being

 

but, no, arms around me

even yours

will not even the score

 

because faith without works is dead

actions speak louder than words

and if love is to be heard

then it must be seen

 

i am no longer a man of faith

and my sacrament is not wine

but beer and no one to answer to

unless i’m given good reason to

if this is not you

 

then i will not be christ

and ask for proof of faith

reach forth your withered hand

and see it restored whole

in defiance of the sabbath

but first you must reach

 

i will pay this tab

hail a cab

and not watch the sidewalks

for any glimpse of you

 

move towards me

and we will be

till then i will be on my balcony

cigarette in hand

watching the view

kind of, not really, waiting for you

 

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