Ronan Barbour

post-punk

you’ve got to
remember, sometimes
that badass hungry young man
still lives 
inside you
he has fought 
and lost 
many a battle over the years
but it’s the many he won 
that caused 
his retreat 

cities in dust glow alive at night in unrest
it only takes 
the slightest provocation 
for the eye to turn
deep again as the well
shining  
in defiance 

we may have lost 
so many
we may lose
again
and again

see me smile with the grimace

it is I who dances alone
altered mind at the worst of times

with or without my conquests
I move in the dark
like a much younger man 
for this
I have only ever needed 
the mirror and my music