paul sheridan

paul sheridan Jun 29

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can’t sleep
and so I write

doubly cursed
am I at night

paul sheridan Jun 29

we are
not what
we were
we ever?

paul sheridan Jun 29

he bought
her a ring

but she
didn’t

paul sheridan Jun 29

things seldom
occur the way
one expects too much,
of course

paul sheridan Jun 29

the upstairs window
looks out across the city
a figure peers back ..

paul sheridan Jun 29

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alright I’m the worst poet you’ve
ever read
I mean what do you want
me to say ?

paul sheridan Jun 28

a small bird sings
in the wind in the
trees in the wind
a small bird sings