This “love” poem is dedicated to my favorite room at The Sylvia Beach Hotel, the Jules Verne room. Which as you can see, has a heavy 20,000 Leagues Under The Sea vibe.

The horizon is on the horizon.

Dub, a dub, to dub. We’ll dance again.

Pub, a pub, to pub. I’m drunk again.

Sub, a sub, to sub. Dragged under again.

Tub, a tub, to tub. Passed out in the

But the pain you cause me, I wonder what’s my fascination

Clearly this love has been leading me to my annihilation

The flood gates open, the tide goes out.

Inside my veins, you’re swirling about.

All this time is a destination

All that time was a desperation.

“Hey, that’s a nice poem you’re writing there”

Cillian! What are you doing here, you’re supposed to be in your cell.

“So you think you can write a poem about love? Gross. Just leave the poems to me bub. It sounds like you’re talking about drugs.”

Well then maybe it will resonate with your new heroin addicted guard as well as your little broken heart.

“Who’s the copper addicted? Is that how ‘blank’ got that shit in here?”

Ha, just wait until Officer Parker knows your name, then you’ll know real misery…BUB.

“Wait, Parker? She seems nice, why would it be bad if she knows me? And no way she does black, you’re making that up.”

Muahahaha, just you wait buddy. Just you fucking wait.

“Hey! What’s that supposed to mean!?”

“Hello? Shane? Are you there?”

“Shane! Wake up! Your phone is ringing!”

*If you’d like to make a call, please hang up and try again*

Or