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,

leaving a sickly sweet sensation

deep within the darkness

of the 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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