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Poetry: Friendship & Soulmates
Too Loud For Newspapers
by Patrick J. Tiernan

I’d break a
fire extinguisher
for you
if I ever had to.
Let things burn
until my stomach’s
on fire because
you said you’d
always love me
and that means
more to me than
my own stomach.

If you go down I’m
coming down with
you with knives in
pockets just in case
there’s anything I
can tackle for you.
Otherwise I’ll just
hold your hand at
4 AM while sleeping.

Go ahead and crash
into waves, swallow
too much salt water.
I’ve got a dinky raft;
all we need is love.
That way an ocean’s
a bottle of water.
Yes, it’s not that simple
but it always ends
that way, going down
fighting in bars for lovers.
I’ll get kicked out for you.

If you’re feeling blue as a
Picasso painting, like that
old man bent holding a
guitar like he’s got a sad
story to tell the rats and
dirt, tell me a story and I’ll
listen for hope, swirl it around,
make more of it, put it in a
head full of bad situations.
I’ll make dominoes out of hope
and take your hand,
give me your finger,
push and feel what it’s like
to have a best friend
as a lamp.

I can’t go to sleep until I
know the tone of your voice
or how many hugs it’ll take
to help you sleep. Even though
I can’t claim that I’ve got a
shoulder for you to sleep on,
I’ve got a picture of one
and a picture of me hugging you
with ambiance light from the
street lamps and bed lamps.
It’s a photo five years old
and it’s still on the front page
of every important newspaper.
It says ‘INCOMPLETE SENTENCES
SAY MORE ABOUT
LOVE THAN ANYTHI’’
And it trails off into something
too bright for the moon and too
loud for newspapers.

It is what it is and we are
who we are and I am
who I am because of you.
I left with your introduction.
We’re on the road the
construction workers slaved over
for just the two of us.
Echoes are falling down the hills.

I’ll always love you in a thousand
different directions all exploding
in form of miracle fireworks. And
it’s all in my head, I’m slipping,
this is no mistake, darling.
We’re going down and I’ll find
parallels between Christmas and
Halloween. The explosions and
the family TV shows. It’s all the same
from where I’m standing because
I’m still here and
I’m not afraid.

 
 
 
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