It doesn't move at a constant click.
School clocks barely tick or tock,
while my lover's clocks blaze by.
Time is of the essence if your dying,
doctors might be on a 15 minute break.
Time respects nothing.
Death can come any time.
There's no time for kids
or wives or parents
or lovers after time.

Lightning flashed that night
frequent like a strobe light
an old time silent movie
we loved quiet and free.

We choked on our stock's ashes.
1929. The crash. We lost it all.
nothing left to bear my burden.
nothing left to sing my praise.
my body aches. my soul despairs.
Forget friends. Never mind prayers.
The only warmth a stranger's "Hello".
I doubt innocence. What does he want?
I'll sleep on benches and city grates
and wipe my *** with 20 dollar bills.
I'll walk the stairs for the first time
to the top of my building and perch
and gaze upon the city that betrayed
me and step into death's cool flight.

Everyone I've known
   fades into a lie.
   We're all children
   'til the day we die.
   Let's dance close
   let's be wicked.
   Take a chance
   be a bit addicted
   reduced to threads
   inside our heads
   above our beds
   torn to shreds

I'm aching naked
  in the raw dawn
  of our kitchen
  I found my new soulmate
  I'm leaving you and the kids
  to write poetry with poets.

  I'm aching naked
  in the raw dawn
  of your dorm room
  our last kiss and
  I'm off to Boston
  where I hope I am.

  I'm aching naked
  in the raw dawn
  of my garret
  a broken fist I put in your wall
  I'm jealousy's beast of burden
I'll call drunk from the booth
outside the Taco Bell
and slur my apology
to answering  machines.

  I'm aching naked
  in the raw dawn
  with a drunk monument.
  I'm just another voice
  gather your stuff, bye
  why do I keep dying inside?

  I'm aching naked
  in the raw dawn
  Nashville new job, we're over
  I'll mail your stuff.
  you were the cruelest month
  still I couldn't set you free

  I'm aching naked
  in the raw dawn
  always
  no cure for romantics
  who believe in God
  and impossible love.

I heard the knock on death's inevitable door
had to answer the summons into another space.
There stood my 10 my perfect girl I'll adore
forever inside my Nirvana the perfect place.

Another Bowling Alley died today
on the chopping block for pennies
on the worthless dollar's payday
please expose my secret diaries.

It's madness and beauty
hangs inside my heart
waiting for it's duty
to tear my mind apart.