An Abundance Of Love

“I couldn’t ever bring myself to hate you as I’d like”
—The Stone Roses, ‘I Am the Resurrection’

You can stand on my toes you can
Spit on my feet you can
Make my mind twist you can
Bad nice bad sweet; but you’ll get no bite
From me
No more. I’ll love you
And send you the warmest, brightest,
Kindest regards—even if
You chewed up my heart for a sixty-third time; because you’re no sweat
For a saviour like me: you’re small fry;
And it’s nothing for me to love
Love love you
And say bye (or to revisit

This later for edits;
And to leave matters open
With an abundance of love

(A version of this poem was first published as ‘Won’t Get Fooled Again (With Love)’ in A New Ulster, Issue 116, August 2022 (https://issuu.com/amosgreig/docs/anu116))