New notes


on a quaver,

new rhythms

rattling through

the repercussions

of older rhymes;

echoes of former


that crashed too soon,

convoluted cords

that quickly constricted


reasons now realized

to be unreasonable,

yet old fears still trickle

down worn keys, no longer

black and white, no longer

wrong or right, (is

there a right note?) is it wrong

to not want to be deceivable.

Will he stay, this time,

(maybe this time) should I leave,

like I didn’t last time, the first time,

the second, the third, the fifth,

though here, with this new

chorus, playing now

in double time

along the lower keys,

fingers fiddle

with flesh, fresher

than before or am I

just older than ever,

older than the rest,

and what of the rest of me,

what is left to be played?

Has the lady sung her final encore,

not yet, no! More, I feel there is more.
But is it enough to share,

will he care? Will he

be willing, be sturdy? Can we carry

on the tune long since started?

Can this time be more worthy?
Or am I just more worried and wordy?
Is this the warm up

or the wrap?
All words by Damien B. Donnelly


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