Pd Lyons-

As Long As Its You

When you breathe it is my name.

When you stare,

Your own eyes black pools,

Liquid movements synchronize my own.

Who knows me any better?

Naked throat? Beating heart?

You may heal. You may feed.

Whatever you do, as long as its you.

Neptunian

My ugliness raised in both hands

Almost expecting something from you

And if only I had a gun I woulda’ made you

And hated myself forever for being so desperate

If only I could believe 

Then how easy it would be

Walking away leaving you alone

Free at last to wander endless starry nights I always dream of

Instead I let you

 Tattoo blue around my mouth

  Tell me that I’m privileged

   

 After Last Call

Puke my guts out in the after last call parking lot

Of the now what am I gonna do

Still hometown married jails unavoided

Lucky having nothing to do with being alive

Benches wrapped in paper, nightmares unelaborate

Just boys with lighter fluid searching for someone sleeping.

Small Places

Small places where no one would ever go

Unless like myself

They had to shunning stars.

Not likely to tell me anything I don’t already know,

Shut up you heart breaking fuck.

When will you leave my head alone?

Non-linear pissing all over the seat.

Secret lover of cities,

You spoke like something would matter,

Like a hundred years,

Like a gunga din,

Long into the locust day

You said it made all the difference

And what was it? Different than what?

Televisions and telephones no way related to any woman ever known

But wait,

Who is willing to be a mother when even she must do the killing?

PD Lyons has been writing for along time and hopes to continue for even longer. Work has appeared in mags and zines in North America and UK. Two collections of poetry published by Lapwing Belfast.
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