I live in Dublin, Ireland. Sometimes. Most times I live in my head, quite unaware of my surroundings – if you know what I mean… If you succeed in tracking Sean Walsh, please let me know, ok? I've been searching for him for years…
didn’t I walk into the front room thinking it was empty.
And what do y’know, Mammy and Maggie
sittin’ behind the lace curtains
at one of the windows looking down at the crowds
going past in Park Street and across at the neighbours…
And when I switched on the light they jumped up
and you’d swear I was after committin’ a mortal sin
the way they went for me!
And Mammy sayin’ she’d slaughter me with the dish cloth
when she got me down to the kitchen…
And why wouldn’t I switch on the light – wasn’t it dark?..