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City Prayer

 

City Prayer

 

Some look inwards

To find the world

Some look outwards

& find themselves alone

Some help others

Too busy to look

Some sit atop a mountain

& sing “I’m king of the world!”

There are 8 odd billion ways

Each inexplicable

Is it doing or being?

Such words as these

Lose any meaning

As random as our

Snoring or yawning

We live,

If we’re lucky,

We love

The more the pin prick goes in

Conceptualising past grievances

The more it hurts,

The more we identify causality,

Yesterday I bemoaned the past

Today I keep my mind open

I am not only duality

I rub Vicks into my chest

They way I rubbed it into

Your chest & back

We went through Hell together

Lung diseases, brain disease

10 years in & out of hospital

Vomiting litres of blood

A butchered brain op requiring a follow up

But found Heaven

For seasons at a time

 

The car lights play on my ceiling

As I lie in the dark

Night has fallen

& for once I’m not drunk

Damian says go with the flow

Or at least

Not worry whether you are or not

Below

Paddling their canoe

A carload of singing girls

I should be sleeping

But I’m still writing

Conviviality doesn’t think

Of the sleeper

We’ve all been there

We’ve all been drink & wild

City alleyway

There is a silence in my heart’s head

That is disturbed like shallow breathing holding

Evidently I am no wise man

I am too much the restless poet

To have much use for peace of mind

Death will bring that lobotomy

Or someone’s dad likes rainbows

The arbitrariness of contrasts

 

 

Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2025.

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