I expected to die by now.
I'm lost in a lost world.
Bette's 92 lost in her past.
I visit she sees ghosts,
thinks I'm her brother
asks about our mother.

Rip our jaw away
silence the sway
we have for folks
excite provokes.
Feed us to Judas
one more exodus.
Nailed to thunder
left us to wonder
why are we so alone
for humans' atone?

The air was thick with temptation
  perfume on her fingers and mouth
  irresistible her ****** invitation
  my tongue moving to her wet south.
  I taste Eve's nectar,  smell my own
  spilling over the ****'s soft walls.
  It feels wonderful not to be alone
  without a need for a pair of *****.

I finally found my shadow.
My shadow found me too.

Thunder storm
or war torn?
There's anger
in the chamber
no love lost
with a stranger
remind me to keep
track of every sin:
I'm trying
I'm lying
I'm crying
I'm spying
I'm flying off
the handle again.

With war painted eyes
weapons between thighs
in Boston's combat zone
tempting men all alone
smell the pungent bait
pay the fee never wait
you always want it pure
no promise nothing sure
no heartache to endure
kiss a wife at the door.

I try drawing you from  old memories
   but can't get your eyes right. I don't see
   a body that destroyed my earnest vows.
   I can't see your firm young ******* and
   ******* that grew so hard by my caress.
   I can't see us dancing naked in the dark.
   I wish I'd kept the photos. I cremated us
   in an ashtray and I can't see us anymore.