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The Big Lukewarm
Cathal Coughlan
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Children who’ve lost their mother
While at her farewell day
They fidget, sit still, no one cries
“What’s a suicide?”
Two rooms a way, their father smiles
He’s pin-eyed and drinking wine
It seems old friends will gather round
And talk crap at such times
Speaking of which, there’s no shortage of it
And it sounds like some bad Eighties movie script
Shielding the face of their true sleepy disgrace
The binges, flings, and rifts sealed with hate
Blow away, blow away
Unlearning, unformed
The Big Lukewarm
Pour William Hurt a whisky
Come on, drink it for him as well
And write some cheques for that Kevin Kline
For the way he read those lines
Now it’s time to leave but there’s no place to go
Just hostile streets and other people’s homes
It feels like a game – Lifelong Failure is its name
They pounce on each pause and fill it with noise
Blow a way, blow away
See it mass like a storm
The Big Lukewarm
The Big Lukewarm