And Then Some
by Kevin O’Cuinn
The food and the work and the beer and the love. It’s
all good. But it’s not enough. It makes me soft. Sends me faraway.
Places I never dreamed of.
I lose concentration. Maybe it’s better so. So much
so. And the TV. What can I say? It’s been said
before. It’s not enough.
I need more.
Holding, whispering nothings. It’s warm here, lying
beside you. Hearing nothing, and your breathing.
Taking, is all I am. And you’re not asking.
Evermore.
Sitting on the floor, noodles from a box, crying and
remembering, everything we lost. And more.
Fire in your eyes, and the silk on your skin, the hope
of tomorrow, your fear of sin. Keeps me coming, back
to you. Forever more. Let it be, forever more,
sometime.
And then some.
Working the clock, till tomorrow. And then some.
Hard, till my back hurts. Like it’s gonna break. I’m
my own personal superhero, nickels and dimes. And.
Smiling to faces. Not wondering what they’re
thinking. Not even caring, anymore.
Scratching the surface till I’m headline news, or at
least till you tell me, why I’m crazy. For you. Then
black in your eyes, fire in your heart, ashes in my
stomach. But I keep on trying. Till I’m flying, and
then some. Levitating. And praying. For more. And
then some.
And about the stress, love. There, it’s said. Did
you think I would? Could.
Not so.
Since our first day, wasn’t easy, but worth. The
wait. Oh, the wait, I think so. Never imagined, that
again. Me. Ever. In that place. Oh, no.
But I’m no different. Really I’m not. Just a normal
Joe, cause it’s not enough. Forgive me, or not. But
here I go. Out the door.
And then some.
You’re all that mattered, that the mist has cleared,
you soaked up my fear. Of. And then some. Thank
you, dear. I’m sorry. And
June 27th, 2006 at 11:58 pm
Kevin O’Cuinn hit something deep inside with this piece. Simple like some of the most profound truths. Simple, like walking out the door.
Have your say - leave a comment