Hell I'll give you ten hail Mary's
If it'd take the burden off this night
You're tugging on the jewelry they bought you
I'm tearing down the walls to make it right.

Tearing down a house that never held.
Tear it all down.
I do not care what the neighbors whisper.
We're never coming back to this town.
We're never coming back.

Hell I'll give you ten hail Mary's
If it'd take away the hold they seem to have.
Stale floral curtains in the bathroom.
I can still taste the blood from that bath

You can't unsee what you wish you never saw 
So tear it all down.
I do not care what the neighbors whisper.
We're never coming back to this town.
We're never coming back.

Ten Hail Mary's

This is a collection of quarantine demos that is dedicated to my beautiful children Kelly, Lochlan and Colin. Patrick O'Leary

Trying

Colorful Crow


An awkward boy is pursing lips 
With gangly bones and boxspring hips. 
He holds the clothes his sisters left.
He turning blue from holding breath.

There she is revealed before him now
Smiling with the only mask she owns.
Spinning like the blood inside their body.
Whispering nobody has to know.

Through the mirror he mouths her name. 
He finds it hard to feel the same.
When home's no more an empty house
When held inside her flowery blouse.

Smiling back he starts to cry.
He's never felt so good inside.
When he's no more the cringing crow.
When he is her he's colorful.

There she is wrapping arms around
Smiling with the only mask she owns.
Spinning like the blood inside their body
Whispering nobody has to know.

Colorful Crow

What you dream of me

A woman holds the belly
 She can no longer hide.
 
Like the bottom of the ocean. 
A burden carried quietly.
  
Their hearts are on the spindle. 
The fates are to decide.
  
She lays her body down. 
Her heart will welcome anything. 
  
For the countless before her
Have held the world together. 
  
She feels her belly moving 
You can’t take it for granted, no
  
For a baby beckons 
For the spirit of a mother 
  
Who’s Head is in the night sky 
And feet pinned to the planet.
Who sees a new born baby 
And deeply understands it.
  
A man holding his child
He can no longer hide.
  
Like snow crowning a mountain. 
A burden carried quietly.
  
Their hearts are on the spindle.
The fates are to decide.
  
He lays the child down
His heart will weather anything
  
For the countless before him 
Have pulled the world together. 
  
And waters are rising. 
You can’t take it for granted, no
  
For a child beckons 
For the spirit of a father
  
Who faces the darkness 
And the lives that he is handed.
Who seeing a child 
Leaves no spirit stranded.
  
The two now stand together.
The need no longer hide.
 
The child will be born.
Moving now but quietly.

A burden carried quietly

I talk Once Upon A Time In Hollywood and how Tarantino might be our cinematic Ernest Hemingway

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Once Upon A Time In Hollywood, Is Tarantino Our Cinematic Hemingway

In which Pete and Connor are joined by a living legend of science fiction, Peter Watts. We discuss his contemporary classic novel Blindsight, but we also discuss love, legal misadventures, life itself... and sea cucumbers

Episode 53: Peter Watts ---- Blindsight (ft. Peter Watts)

Poet, author, songwriter, retired. “51” from Tachyon is  breaking brains all over. Creative Strategies for a godless reality:  poleary.substack.com