Moira sits in the close drinking Buckie,
drinking the day away.
Watching the cars pass by,
on the street where she used to play.
Moira sits on the corner drinking Buckie,
drinking the week away.
She doesn’t know how she got here,
she likes it that way.
Moira lies on the bench drinking Buckie,
drinking the pain away.
The price and the cost,
get steeper day [...]
Moira in the Close
August 7th, 2008 Comments Off
Tags: buckfast · buckie · Poetry · street scenes