Galway

Tig Coili

Gerry Mulholland sings

I come looking for a job

but I get no offers

just a come on from the whores

on Seventh Avenue

from a table top

on a borrowed guitar while

Johnnie Mullins adds in on

button accordion and harmony

rhyming whores with Dewars

so soft so sweet whats left 
to be done but smile 

into this glass of Redbreast. 

poem

Sunset

Remember North Manitou

years ago?,  pressed up against

the portside window

on an overnight flight to Dublin,

spilling dye downtown

above the left field bleachers,

finger painting the suburban skies

of my childhood racing

to beat the streetlights,

floating fire on Lake Superior

too many times to count, Malibu

two nights one July,

sashaying drunk on magenta, 

going off to pout in the dark

when I called you a show off.

You’ve seen me at my worst,

I know your all your florid secrets,

little wonder we’ve grown

to resemble one another,

incandescent palettes leached

wicking gunmetal horizons. 

  

walking the dog

Sixth and Alexander

A temporal fold

at the northeast corner

I never bother

to map, a cleft, benign

despite the dogs 

lingering skittishness,

to drain off

all but the moment,

we slip inside

to shed this load

our house a yellow beacon

through a veil.