There's a party full of 'Fat-Frogs'
and coke all over the table.
There's a man out by the Liffey
getting out while he's able.
There's a fight starting somewhere
a fellah getting stabbed.
There's a car doing hand-brakers
two girls jumping a cab.
There's twitchy bouncer hacks
keeping an eye on the door.
That poor lad in the jacks stuck
cleaning puke off the floor.
The country's getting locked.
There's nobody to care.
There's a slut going down
and there's danger in the air.
There's men drowned in money
girls who'll never bend.
There's a beggar whispering 'honey'
But that's nothing down his end.
There's the gentle sound of heartbeats.
There's alleys full of death.
There's a man after your brother.
There's a lightness to your breath.
All these people hanging around
everybody acting cool
and the night-times fucking freezing
but don't let that fool you.
There's a crackle to this city
There's steam of dreams that rises
and it gets behind your eyeballs
and it kind of compromises
the concrete
the shell
all the bits that sing 'to hell with it.'
There's another bit
a hoping bit
that screams out
Make a difference.
The city's
electricity.
It shines on us.
We're sparkling!
And love it man
'cause further out
there's nothing
only darkness.
Copyright © Colm Keegan 2012
