once i found o’bannion in the city
kitty corner to a dreadful bank or such
in his bloodshot eyes no trace of pity
in his muscled arms no gentle touch

we wrote our names into the book of fables
a history for those who do not care
the damned and damnable don’t carry labels
but only seek relief from dark despair

o’bannion and i were made for heartache
sailors on the rudderless ship of fate
whenever we met trouble we would partake
for trouble seemed to be our natural state

the fortunes that we lost me and o’bannion
crawling through the gutters of the past
he bore himself like a trusted companion
but the truth was bound to come out at the last

for standards must be raised before they’re lowered
you cannot sew a wound without a thread
i’d rather be alive and called a coward
since words will not bring me back from the dead

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  1. damommza

     /  September 26, 2014

    This feels like two separate poems woven together…and, in my mind, o’bannion is a stray dog who represents the feral qualities and the restlessness, of the writer…interesting..I had to let this stew for a few days while I digested it.. πŸ˜€


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