I’ve Got A Boy

I’ve got a boy
With clean blue eyes
And a heart disguised
As lyrics on napkins
And wayward bar menus

I’ve got a boy
With a hand rolled cigarette
Hanging from thick lips
Mouthing words and tunes
To midnights moon

I’ve got a boy
Who grows his beard
To hide youthful fears
That his baby face
Won’t fulfil life’s promises

I’ve got a boy
Who’s photos are a catchment
For modern detachment
Live wires and burnt buildings
Dusk, dawn and depth

I’ve got a boy
Who breathes the blues
Images sung by tune
Heard by word
Lived for love

I’ve got a boy
Who watches the world
With sad, sad eyes
And writes of life
Like it’s for the first time

I’ve got a boy
With a voice like Buckley
A soul like Morrison
A face like Phoenix
And a heart like a patchwork quilt

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