The House of Pain
I visited it.....
When I was younger.
It was a daily......
kind of thing.
Constantly, touching.......,
walls ......and hitting floors.
Unmentionable ........tortures.
Beasted.
Behind, closed doors!
After drunken nights!
In the Gaiety Bar.
Or supping Flowers in an
Elephants Castle.
It was up the hills, and over Ash ranges.
Next morning.
Nothing to Lose and
all to gain.
Memories
Burned, in my brain.
Giajl © Jim Love