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Public Service Announcement WPKN 89.5 FM, as published in Erbacce #43, by pd lyons

somebody said your name on the radio,
something going on up state,
not to be missed,
sure to be good;
sure I could agree,
except with the not
missing you part.

guess I could drive up?
but it be my luck,
standing outside,
all Dlyanesque without a ticket
not even in the rain.

so I sipped on hot tea.
went back to my afternoon.
knowing, if you were here?
it’d be wild turkey
and I’d be covered in paint
and your sweet bourbon kisses

DSC_1266                                                     Centre du George Pompidou
as published by the good folk at Erbacce issue 43

New Hampshire for 1933, by pd lyons

New Hampshire for 1933

Behind the bricks of ‘33
Eating soup most carefully
At 72 and 90 pounds
Cant afford to throw my weight around

I live above the Newford coin shop
They turn any gold or silver you don’t want into cash
As if some alchemic acrobat
Other than that its vacant windows mirror back
Questions, answers, I haven’t got

Used to be the fire station
Used to be a busy place
School kids for the mill town dads
Church fairs ladies auxiliary
Now it seems just me behind the bricks of ‘33

Sip my tea most carefully
Watch the river mists of morning
Rise as if they remember me



true for christmas is metaphor – best wishes from ireland

We have All Touched The World With Little Fingers


here’s the thing –
the people prayed to God;
deliver us from evil,
from oppression,
all this misery.

And hearing their prayers
god sent an answer.

But it wasn’t a king,
an army,
a weapon,
a political party,
not even a religion –
but rather God with all the power and glory

answered all their prayers

with  a  child


for you all – may you remember


with regards to Joseph Campbell




In Death if Dreams Be Loved, by pd lyons

Paris doorway pdlyons photo

Paris doorway pdlyons photo

In Death if Dreams Be Loved

she had stayed awake before
afraid of her own dreams

now 5:30 in the morning
he had come to her
so real she cursed god
for his death

until once more when sleep had taken her
without words he came
sat with her on deep scorch-less grass

head to head
 bright his eyes kept her breathless
until once more was gone



Ghosts of My Summers, by pd lyons




Ghosts of My Summers

Ghosts of my summers walk by
Long pink skirts trail
Roads of my youth
Still there, yet some what changed
As if each and every memory plays out again
This time
A different boy
Meets a different girl
Once you
Once me
Still June.














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