Dangerous Combinations

Cold, rainy, Monday afternoons,

thick, rich, dark glasses of Guinness,

Stevie Ray Vaughn on the jukebox and

attractive, strong-willed, red-headed

Irish women named Susan,

make for

dangerous combinations

so far from home,

yet they leave a

sickly sweet sensation,

deep within this darkness

called a soul,

like when I was a child,

stealing forbidden cookies

from the kitchen cupboard;

wishing

it would never end;

but soon

it will all be part

of the never ending ocean

of old memories and

forgotten stories,

that could have been,

that should have been,

but were not

and never were;

I always was

a pushover,

for attractive,

strong-willed,

red-headed,

Irish women.

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