Danny Fahey's Writing: Deserted:

Danny Fahey's Writing: Deserted:: The empty streets haunt place years upon my lungs and my heart, fallow now once verdant once full of rabbits and weeds of sunflowers s...

Deserted:

The empty streets haunt
place years upon my lungs
and my heart, fallow now
once verdant
once full of rabbits and weeds
of sunflowers standing tall and golden
smiling into the wind
singing in the rain,

untilled, quiet, a hush of years,
a weight of regretful actions –

I recall the evening
we fucked on the side of a country road.

It was dark
we were miles from nowhere,
young and full of ourselves –

and the question I have always wanted to ask
but of course
I did only know you that single night
and am never good with names…

the question remains,
would we have fucked
if that road wasn’t so unexpectedly long
the night so capably dark
and you had made choices different from
being in that place with me
a stranger
miles from home?

Danny Fahey's Writing: Chaos

Danny Fahey's Writing: Chaos: is the serpent in the word hidden within the ink and sound of tongue touching teeth the small poisonous lisp of S that begins the name ...

Chaos

is the serpent in the word
hidden within the ink
and sound of tongue touching
teeth
the small poisonous lisp of S
that begins the name never to be said

is the door at the end of the sentence
slammed as gently as death
footsteps upon the heart’s concrete steps
the whine
in the constricted hinge
of the gate being shut.

is the stare
out at the wallpaper that does not change
except to the mind’s lament
that can conjure a face
a smell
a remember caress.

is the god that howls
beneath the mattress
each crinkle coil of a yelp
given to the turning
to the all and away
as dreams sway time back to hope.

Danny Fahey's Writing: Cope:

Danny Fahey's Writing: Cope:: Hands split the web relinquish the safe haven eyes shift from serene stare into the abyss. Oh, I remember my childhood Oh I most certa...

Cope:

Hands split the web
relinquish the safe haven
eyes shift from serene
stare into the abyss.

Oh, I remember my childhood
Oh I most certainly do!

the hand that clipped
the head bent forward
brain and consciousness tumble
together in the swill of errors.

I hold still
the turbulence of despair
resist the tide’s pull
the sight of other arms waving
even as bright eyes sink beneath?

Oh, I remember the evenings most all
the fear and desire
Oh, I remember wanting and hating in equal parts!

A bed wide as any word
small as any gesture
captures the soul
endures the dark's hours
hates the light.

To forget, to forget
To close the curtains on what has been!

Danny Fahey's Writing: Residue 1, 2 &3

Danny Fahey's Writing: Residue 1, 2 &3: 1 We should all stand on balconies and sing stir the air with memories that there is connection no matter how distant, how dead. 2...