Timmy Curran Poems

With the eyes of
someone older
it is a lesson
in the art of
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A quiet lonely bar, on a beautifully lonely day,
has a thing about it that brings reflections and tranquility,
that a sunny street cannot convey
Here there's collection, recollection and other
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Becoming one of the people,
slowly but surely, their culture
is seeping into me, once so in awe
of a breathtaking scene, now taken for granted,
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When the time it
comes, to acknowledge
old age, the bitterness
will no longer enrage
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Concrete to grass
Land to sea
A jungle is a jungle
At least to me
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Shooting for stars from the comfort of home
What to do with a door,
the sea is a floor,
the walls are a show
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To a boiling lobster
the water is warm
to the end of the line
the water is clear
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I can hear her calling:
Let me out
Only I can do it, light her up
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Waiting, wishing for some luck
I´m saying, I need a couple bucks
Not paying, the rent this week
Complaining about my seat
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