GAELTACHT GHAZALS

XIII

Thinking about Kees hiding in Mexico
Thinking about Patchen lying in his bed with a broken back

Welch wandered off 
And left behind his ring of bones

There was something beatiful about the nightmare
I keep dreaming about a city that doesn't exist

The doctor says: 
it's harder to lose your mind than your money

I'm fishing off Teelin pier
Without bait

The night is my brother
And the sea has nothing to say