Amphora

I have Amphora daydreams

In the years hence

I can still smell hints

Of Amphora Brown

Mild cocoa and chocolate

Heavy air hanging over us

Living out your pretense

Of you being aware

Of you being there

For those who

Depended on you to care

How you loved

Queen Amphora

With nothing left

For you to give

Leaving all bereft

Smoke cluster bombs

Armed with

Amphora apathy

Stinging eyes

Searching for love

Chasing smoke

Family time

Was My Three Sons

Watched on

Amphora Brown

Smoke screens

A baccy pipe in hand

And Father Dempsey

Blessing their house

Sure made Fred look wise

If only the picture

This side of our

Nicotine-stained screen

Played out the same

I read Fred got

Throat cancer

Twice

Seems we all pay

The price

Living pipe dreams

I have Amphora daydreams

In the smoky mists of time

You said come let's play

Let me first put my

Pipe away

It's a bad habit anyway

I have Amphora daydreams

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