Glad it is over ,

sad im leaving

yeah at Cagney's im  asking in English where the other room be  ?

and the Irish in the room are pretending they dont understand what im saying

i looked right in the eyes of one like " who the fuck are you talking to ? "

you'll not want to find out who i am

let me tell you a secret = im looking to lose the head

next minute im being served guinness at my table

think the barman is worried i'll mention it to my Father

and im not over on holiday

and its all slightly traumatising

The Ulysses was packed enough

i watched England fade and seen the lights of Dublin appear

outside i waved to Irelands eye

and felt alot drifting into the harbour

from the window of Leopold Blooms

i thought of the walk outs of a hundred years ago

flying up the dock road looking for the post office and the four courts .

turn off a Kilmainham remembering when i went there with Leavy

laughing all over the N7 heading home

Limerick up ahead ready and waiting .

such feelings flow through me upon entering the county

fucking my uncle has a boat , says he'll take me out at Foynes

well it has been 9 odd years since i visited

i realised that when my cousin was motoring up the main street and came to a halt when seeing me

" Brendan " i shouted pointing and nearly delighted

as we talked we heard boys out the back with shot guns hunting for dinner

it was good to be home

right place wrong time

life is for living pass it on.

we walked back slow wondering like men with nothing at all

past a herd of mental dogs , beyond a wild pack of horses

i'd say whom ever come searching for me could'nt make me out amoungst the cattle

HEY-YEAH

i do really care

the farm house is well falling down but it would do me fine

watched Beeves Lighthouse do its thing automaticly

danced with game on the banks of the shannon

deep madness the tide has come to see me , tis at my wet feet

but still i must stay a while to soak the environment up

must find strength out here and now

i looked into a stream and decided i wanted a taste of it

looked purer than me

but i can not change sides.

we love music but maintain a low sombre hum

i do not want to talk much there is nothing in the world i could say

i am doing o.k

Society has some real big issues to deal with

major social problems

deep routed

everyone knows your business

are the times of teaching lessons gone ?

when will we learn ?

out in the sadlands of reality mental health issues are rocking the boat everywhere

and its not about being let down and who said i like people looking at me

out in Pallaskenry 300 shook my hand

big yokes who grab a hold and drag you in , small tiny hands

some hot others cold each one in itself different.

why am i writing ? who have i to chat about this ?

traumatic was it ?

yes infact it has fucked me up more i can tell already lets just say i have feelings

family is important

spread the word

don't mention it

push onwards facing forward

Mount Pleasant is only ancient

where my name has a resting place

im writing letters and scattering them all over Aughinish island

and hiding in the deep darkness when cars look to be coming over anywhere near

them and their flashlights

im thinking about crawling around round the back of Aeroboard

walking over the green water laughing at the danger signs ducking from the dog with a torch

him and his torch , he can shout and scream all he wants

when the cows come home

you'd better watch im not within them resting my arms of two in the middle

my uncles would be seeing if id put on a red coat and go and milk a bull ?

thing is id give it a go for a buzz , they could be giving me a challenge

to test and rate celtic weirdness

WOOOOOO- HOOOOOO DA HA HA .

let me back the fields

it is everything

when i first heard it

i wished the news was wrong

at the plough i looked up

remember i love the wind and i want to feel it

today on all days

last night the stars where delightfull

let my mind wonder in the pressence of the winter sun

bringing belief shining love

use your head

watch the life of Robins up close and up for interacting

strange animals roar in the distance

vibrant life rich living things

delightfull beings

my uncle left the north in darkness and gone

and one up from the outer reaches of deep west cork

boys from the hill

repersentatives of the family over from the city

never home on holidays

why should ye remember me ?

im watching dancing monsters in the open fire

on the guinness , munster republic no meein'

nuff artists of wild behaviour , many many nutters

stroling aimlessly

my uncle loves last of the summer wine so when he was over we took him holmeforth he loved it

he tells me stories about ships sinking and says he'd love to see the canals and barges of England

cold hands , young and old , man and woman , warm hands

strong hands , soft hands , hundreds come to pay their respects

something i will forever remember

awkwardness is worrying , needs researching.

shaken and stirred.

together.

delicate steps

heavy duty

one man kept hold of my hand until i knew what he was saying

was a touching moment that will never leave me

would of been through a spider web earlyer because to got 2 spiders dripping off me

considered life and death ended up messy in the brambles of a wicked bush saying things

spoking a mad dogs lovely face in close talking to it " orrr its ok mate "

with a sip of the potatoe skins to keep the ghosts at bay

out to swim , back the fields

watch watch watch watch watch loads more and more

water flow over rocks watch what it does , go under for a nicer look

spin victory spin , water and inner rage

ships doing party tricks

poet missing inside the poem

WARNING: MADMAN ON DECK ,   PROCEED WITH CAUTION

talking to the sky and acting strange