Niall 4/4

PaperTigers

Listening only to the timbre
And lull of the glottal stops
The nasal fissures
That provide a limited context
I thought was an argument
Until both men started laughing
And I walked on

Walked on to the cavern
By the old church that seemed
Out of place
In the undulating background
Of bars and cheap tricks
The swinging doors
Disintegrated in the
Disinterred night

The lady sat there
Legs folded as though
Cocking a snook
At the notion of modesty
She had an acid bath laugh
And spat like a sailor
But when she stopped talking for a second
A chasm of self-pity seemed to reach for her
And she would kickstart
And motor on through it
Like a speed boat
With a broken engine
On the precipice of a waterfall

There are no buildings out here
Just red neon crosses
Count your blessings or
Forget your losses
The metal rusts just like bones
That turn to dust
While hot white light drips
Into your open dire eyes
And the ground cracks
As though it is melting ice
All arrows point forward
But weren't you turned around?