loud laughter sliding in slabs behind me as I part ways with Mark on Ballybough road. laughing at love, laughing at the empty boarded up houses on the main drag, the bright grey early morning. Careful here now, watch yourself here now, bad auld area this. Me hole. A good friday skinful and a few twists and turns into a beautiful world made new, warts and all. We're such terrible spas, the lot of us. You too.
Its so clear now but sure it'll be all gone in the real morning, the one that's coming around 2pm or so. Until then, rest peacefully in the certain knowledge that I love you, yes you, and my friend Mark and Maeve that we left asleep in a sheltered armchair, and Mags who thought to get up and see us out and James that didn't bother his arse and wee Aoife that thought a whole new day had begun when in truth the old one was simply slow in closing.
I am so old, and so young and I am bursting with something but I don't know what the word is for it.
