Circus

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I’m waiting for the clowns
I haven’t seen them yet,
They should be here
To share in my regret.

Up there in the shadows,
Up there in the Gods,
The mountebanks are lurking,
The ones you all adore.
Those liars with their silence
Drown out the sound of the applause.

But there should be clowns here.
Not just whiskey fears and cigarettes.
There should be clowns
To help me to forget.
 
© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Anyroad

It’s December so time for my Advent calendar and this year I thought I’d take a wander through the alphabet starting with A, and yes anyroad is a word, well it makes an appearance in my dictionary

Anyroad

On this path to Nowhere, out of this darkness
Into the deeper shadows of the future.
Shocked by what I’ve lost. Forgot until this moment
What should have remained buried and abandoned
On my escape route from my crimes.
Instead it exists as the only landmark
In this morass. The scar upon the corpse;
The tell-tale smoking gun;
The reminder of what I’ve done
And why my past can’t sleep soundly
In its grave.
 
© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

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Stubborn Stains

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Lingers above the tide line
Where no wave can wash it clean.
Beached, abandoned beyond redemption
No healing water comes for me.

Scarred, a tear in the fabric
Just a remnant of the maelstrom.
Rags and regrets
Are all that clothe me.

Flotsam and jetsam,
Bare bones and embarrassment,
Torn sheets forgotten
In this illusory peace.
False hopes take flight with the morning
But the past stays earthbound here with me.
 
© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

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Missed you

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I should have kissed you,
I wanted to so much.
I should have leaned in closer,
I was aching for your touch.

I could have kissed you,
The lights were turned down low.
There was a moment,
Electricity, between us a glow.

I would have kissed you,
But the shadows were too long,
There had been too much wine
And in the morning I’d be gone.

But I should have kissed you.

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© 2014 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Originally published 8 May 2014

Godless

Creating a path for the godless
On a Saturday night.
From the lounge bar
To the chippie.
From the condom machine to regret
As you lay down in the gutter,
Nursing a hangover,
In the Sunday morning light.

© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Caught

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I describe you
As the one that got away.
But that’s not true.
After all,
I’m the one who tore it up
And did not allow myself
To be caught by you.

© 2015 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Missed you

Day 12 of the 30 Reblogs of November and a poem of what might have been…

Made of sticks and stones

I should have kissed you,

I wanted to so much.

I should have leaned in closer,

I was aching for your touch.

 

I could have kissed you,

The lights were turned down low.

There was a moment,

Electricity, between us a glow.

 

I would have kissed you,

But the shadows were too long,

There had been too much wine

And in the morning I’d be gone.

 

But I should have kissed you.

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