On The West Cork Hack

Sucking and blowing
Winter wind and snowing
The ghastly film, the frozen buds
I grasped a straw and stoned a grove
My pipe was truly burning
It’s easy, it’s easy, it’s easy to forecast
It’s easy, it’s easy, it’s easy to visualize
But when you have to live it
Waiting and wailing
Cracked up and failing
The stubborn tiles
Crack a laugh
The copper rock
The purple mill
Blind the tame and deafen unwary
You wouldn’t think a sergeant could boast at the adrenaline
You wouldn’t live to see the day where license is for breathing
I’ll race you to the angels
Riding on a paperback
To goodtime music
For jungle birds who carry slimes
And slip between the yellow stones
Of starlight rhythm
Love was just a bitter nail littering the sea floor
You knew you’d hit the paper cracks
You’ve seen me on the metro
In a waking dream x 4