Patrick O'Reilly Poems

I heard your story now,
I know how you got down and out
And after all, we’re just two poor country kids
In foreign lands,
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Driving in your car last night
We saw people in the lights
While I held the girl in your back seat
And you turned her down to the river’s bend
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I sat in my basement in the dark
TV glow, world news,
Telephone at arms reach,
Computer connecting,
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The cold makes me feel guilty
The bitterness of the wind’s breath
The sharpness of a slamming car door
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These solitary scaffolds are lousy with shadows
I play with the shadow puppets
On the fields of purple velvet and hardwood below
The dancers twirl
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Is it AM or PM
You see, now I'm late...
And that's just the trouble
With a twelve-hour clock
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I lay down
And I swear I sleep for a thousand years
The buildings crumble around me
The radiators rust
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If you could only see
The way you make me suffer now,
How I pitch and toss around the floor,
Exhausted by the things you tell me,
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Bill O’Brien is going home,
Now that he is dead,
To be buried in his native peat,
As the stipulations read
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You perverted the truth.
You perverted a religion.

A scalding tone
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