Oats and Sugar Cane

Down by the river

I watched the reeds sway

The fishes kept to the shade

Tropical sun beat down and drove me insane

 

As I hid from my killer

 

I could hear his frustrated cursing

And the swish of his machete

Cutting through the glade

Breath ragged; can I escape his blade

 

My blood for this here sugarcane

Worked till I can’t no more

Came here from Donegal

Seeking a better life, found none at all

 

It certainly is

The Queens-Land

Hopes and dreams of riches

Immigration and infected stitches

 

My muscles carved to the heat

Ready to jump into the nearest creek

This old Irish dog

Is still a beast

 

The rest of my work posse grateful for the break

As they sat awaiting my capture

 

Makes me miss Ma’s gruel

Tasteless, but gave you the strength of a mule

The machete waver still nearby

Looking for me as I silently cry

 

He was once my employer

Now I am just a fugitive

Ready to become a bushman

In this strange, sun burnt land

 

Escape into the unknown

Learn to live in the wilderness

With a swaggy on my back

To be chased down by troopers and hung with the blacks

 

I slip into the fast flowing water

As the machete can still be heard

Swinging through the canes

Freedom just at hand

 

Tonight I’ll dream of green fields and Christmas time

As I drift in the current, away from my crime

Redcoats will march down the same path

Looking for my body awash with the stars

 

© Jack Nugent

 

 

 

 

 

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Going Out In November

The taxi’s full and your breath is cold

Booze is in your belly and you’re starting to feel old

Don’t matter cos you’ve got your best clothes on

Ready for the weekly demise that’s still going strong

 

Straight back into the drinks

One day you’re gunna have to see a shrink

Too many times you’ve thrown in the kitchen sink

And that’s going out in November

 

The bouncer gives you a nod

You’ve been here so many times before

The barmaid you fancied

Doesn’t work there anymore

 

Straight back into the drinks

One day you’re gunna have to see a shrink

One too many times you’ve thrown in the kitchen sink

And that’s going out in November

 

Payday was only last week

But the money’s running dry

All you wanna do is learn how to fly

Dance with that girl over there and kiss her pretty smile

 

Straight back into the drinks

One day you’re gunna have to see a shrink

One too many times you’ve thrown in the kitchen sink

And that’s going out in November

 

Your mate’s downing shots and he’s ripped his top

Things are about to get lary

However you can’t be bothered

Excitement’s gone and you’ve lost your touch

 

Straight back into the drinks

One day you’re gunna have to see a shrink

One too many times you’ve thrown in the kitchen sink

And that’s going out in November

 

Getting chips on the way home

You share a glance with sultry pair of eyes

She gives you a look that says

Boy, you best come this way

 

 

Straight back into the drinks

One day you’re gunna have to see a shrink

One too many times you’ve thrown in the kitchen sink

And that’s going out in November

 

© Jack Nugent

 

 

 

 

Love’s Forlorn

White noise fills my mind

The space where you once were

Leaving it all behind

To remember the pieces of my wasted time

 

You gave me no reason

You gave me no rhyme

Sweet girl

Forgive me these crimes

 

Once you were my saving grace

Memories of smoke and lace

Love at dawn

That kept me in my place

 

You gave me no reason

You gave me no rhyme

Sweet girl

Forgive me these crimes

 

All the drunken nights

All the lousy fights

All the drugs and ripped tights

Feel so good now

 

You gave me no reason

You gave me no rhyme

Sweet girl

Forgive me these crimes

 

Hung upon my lovers cross

Strung out and lost

Never thought you’d leave

A kiss and your gone

 

You gave me no reason

You gave me no rhyme

Sweet girl

Forgive me these crimes

 

The touch of her skin

Got my heart beating

She had eyes that made me see far

She showed me life and how to live it all

 

You gave me no reason

You gave me no rhyme

Sweet girl

Forgive me these crimes

 

© Jack Nugent

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Day’s Gone By

I’ve been a child;

I’ve been a boy,

I’ve lied;

Cried.

 

The years never stopped going by

And I never stopped learning,

Never stopped;

Making mistakes.

 

How many times,

Have I changed;

Have I changed?

Ripples on the surface.

 

Philosophise, contemplate

Am I too late?

To understand my fate;

To finally lose myself.

 

To the beating of my heart,

My chest echoes:

The beats of my past

Of the thousands of my ancestors, that brought me here.

 

Stretching back into history;

All of humanity is in my veins

In a veiled environment,

My skin is pale, but my blood is ours.

 

However,

I am still that boy,

I thought I left behind;

Many years ago.

 

© Jack Nugent

 

 

 

Desert Night

 

Sand blows atop the dunes.

My lover’s voice is lost in the wind;

The vast stars shine above us,

A lizard scuttles by.

 

The waves of our love soak the endless sands;

A spark in the night.

 

Hand in hand we criss-crossed with nocturnal creature’s footprints.

 

We slept under rugs in a nomads tent.

Curled close,

The moon turned the sand cold;

The fire lost it’s use.

 

We searched each other’s bodies for warmth,

And found it in the desert silence.

Watching the sun return;

The morning rays shone love.

 

Years later,

In times of solace

That night keeps me warm.

 

© Jack Nugent

 

 

 

 

 

 

Home

Home is not that homely.

There’s dog shit and litter,

Outside my front door;

The seagulls control my sleep, and wake me up just for fun.

 

Terraced Housing of all colours,

Much like the people who live within their walls.

Everyone has a dog or cat or a baby or a fucking car;

Or more.

 

The greetings are varied;

“Assalamu alalikum”

“Yahk sheh mash”

“Alrite”

But they all sound the same to me.

 

Half the people voted for Brexit

The other half didn’t bother.

I debated the politics

With my immigrant friends.

 

My home is home.

We are the ones who build communities;

Buildings & walls,

Do not create societies.

 

© Jack Nugent