hi, this is Ciarán
please leave a message after the tone
right now, I’m elsewhere
and have been for quite some time

I’ve heard the acclamations
of bathers at my fountain
just struts of validation
that snap when straws surmount them

World, I give you screaming fingers
fingers still that in you linger
buying stamps and posting letters
mainly faking my lack better

I recall the Berlin wall
I recall its wobble, fall
remember too the Provos’ war
the tricolours in ’94

a Friday night in Horse-shit town
the hour when the sun goes down
I walked among its peacock streets
that gobbled chaff as golden wheat

I’m manic depressive
I’m up down infected
for each of my heavens
a hell came connected

I downed my weary body
to drift into the night
then came a lull in thinking
I slipped the daily fight

it’s less about fantastic things
and more about the little things
done under wonder’s spell