Forgive me father
For I have sinned
Repented, and
Will sin again—
My son, dear Michael
Finnegan
3 Hail Mary’s
I’ll see you then.
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Forgive me father
For I have sinned
Repented, and
Will sin again—
My son, dear Michael
Finnegan
3 Hail Mary’s
I’ll see you then.
I’ve a laundry list of confessions
like the phases of the moon
Sometimes they pose a question
sometimes they propose two
I’ve got a long list of suggestions
to sink my teeth in to
Half the time full of dimension
still I love the dark side too.
Some people live by first impression
I tried but couldn’t resist
Tangled knots in life’s suspension
marionette’s even sometimes quit
Bottled up untapped aggression
like a dog in heat I bit
Every hand who fed I bargained
sold my soul for half a cent.
Sometimes I just don’t feel ok
when color seems to fade to gray
But even I knew better days
were drawn like window shades.
Put me on like a flannel
in the middle of May
Wear me out completely
with the words that you say
Today the sun is shining
brighter than yesterday
So strum these heart string chords
cause you know just what to play.
Blow me out like a candle
I’ll be your flickering flame
Tuck me in like a child
too old for past mistakes
Let me sing to you a while
and the words that I’d say
Light the sky like a storm
and your rain’s saving grace.
Sometimes I just don’t feel ok
and you tell me that that’s ok.
I believe, I believe, I believe in you
I believe in you everyday,
cause I believe you believe in me.
I get the soul’s impression
that all prose burn in heaven.
Each homeward bound confession
chased tales back and forth.
Bipolar dreams depression
that yearn for common ground,
a fingers length extension
too tame to make a sound.
If all dogs go to heaven
who’s there left to be found?
A mother’s womb that’s kickin
an unborn Ezra Pound.
It’s with this last expression
your love comes to me now.
Released to death’s progression
a compass pointing north.