She comes to dinner wearing a corpses sheet
with a hangman's knot around her neck
holding a straight razor to her jugular vein
with a bouquet of dead roses wicked thorns.
Sitting in the Buick hose in the window
I fall asleep forever dreaming of you.

sometimes i think i'd give up my ability to touch the sky
   if it meant not feeling the crushing weight of the ocean floor

In 2 days I turn 73. Tonight I watched West Side Story 2.0.
Kathy was Maria to my Tony back when I was 18 and she 17.
We were in Love with love and nothing could deny it. We made our
baby girl in defiance and cracked our world in pieces. I cried at the
drive in movie on our wedding night and entered strange reality and
acid 1969 summer of love and walked a tightrope over ******
friends straight and bent ones in psychedelic colors and free love.
When I told them we had gotten pregnant they said go to your room.

I read the news today.
The great reset is here
all hands on deck
hold your loves near.
Wine and Xanax keep
me brave each night
dreaming of a magic
stupendous flight.

Friends and lovers
   years ago in Boston
   I reach back in time
   call you on a loose
   wire and I hang up
   without a message
   I don't know what
   to say tonight
   maybe tomorrow
   sober and older
   wiser and denial
   always an option.