Harmonicas and accordions
And voices pushing stories  of broken love and life
Through necks filled with the smoke of three lifetimes worth of cigarettes and cigars
Cheap whiskey and piano blues
I want to live in the words of Dylan
And the images of Waits
Its starting to feel its only in that world
That I will ever get to hold you in my arms
That I will hold your hands
And never let go
That I will waltz
The steps of eternity
With you step by step
Lost between the pages of Bukowski
Loving each other on the  roads of Kerouac
Thats the world I want
I need
To be this kinda happy
Profound beautiful happy
That only mad lovers on the page truely know
Where it snows slowly every day
But its always warm ... cozy
The kinda mad crazy magic
I found in your eyes
Your voice
Your word
Haunt me beneath the floors of Poe
**** me on the stage of Shakespeare
I was dead in love
Before you spoke that last syllable
Of that first line
I didn't know what I was doing
But the devil must have been there sitting next to me
I can't remember doing it
But I signed the contract
My soul sold to love you
To be pressed between the poems and flowers
Baudelaire wrote about so tragically and elegant
To be but a single letter of love as written by Neruda
You were never going to love me
The way I had fallen to love and death for you
Such beautiful pain
Shining through the darkest
Corners of life and love
You felt weak in your strongest hours
Cried and grieved with
A heart too beautful and too kind
For this cold cruel world
You were never weak though
That was the doubts
And the demons
And the monsters
Whispering their lies
Trying to break you
Trying to shadow and ****
Your light
They will never give up
You frighten them
Scare them
Don't belive them
Don't give in or up
You cried in darkness
And you remained strong
Even when it hurt to breath
Bloomed into a new day
A fresh flower
Pushing through the soil
New, fragile, scared
And you braved it
Survived it
Day after day
Death after death
Coming back
More beautiful each time
Your light
Your light is pure
And kind
And generous with the beams
And the warmth of love
That kinda love only found on the pages of mad lovers
A love only found
In your heart
Your eyes
Your voice
Your word
You don't have to love me
Not the way I love you
Not at all
I will always still love you
Always hold your hand
Be there by your side
In the warmth of your light
In the dark cold of your doubts
No matter the heartache and pain
You can break my heart
Again and again
I won't go anywhere  
I'll be there with you always
I'll whisper your truth
When the devil and demons
Scream their lies
I'll warm you with my soul
When they block out your light
With clouds and doubts
My heart will always
Belong to your hands
Your touch
Your eyes
Your voice
Your word
I never knew I needed saving
Until you saved me
Brought my heart
Back to life
I never realized that it was
Just its echo and ghost
Haunting my empty chest
I didn't know I was dead
Until you made me feel alive
Made me feel love
That kinda love only found on the pages of mad lovers
Press me between the pages of Neruda and Baudelaire
****** and haunt my heart with Poe and Shakespeare
Send me down the long roads of Kerouac and Bukowski
Give me to the words of Waits and Dylan
And keep me on a shelf by your side
Take me down whenever you need me
I'll be there always
To whisper your truths
To hold you in the dark hours
And to love you
The way only a mad lover on the page can

This is a verse, not a song,
Let's gaze on the face of Agamemnon,
For ten years, he had stayed away,
Finally, he arrived home one day,
Yes, away to Troy he'd roamed,
The warrior king made it home,
But, he had been playing away,
His Queenie had a bad hair day,
Her axe did have a double blade,
As in her spa, she made him lay,
She drugged his wine, a loving cup,
Then proceeded to chop him up!
Off with his feet, for roaming so far,
Queenie really messed up her spa,
Off with his cheating hands,
He brought home  **'s from foreign lands,
Off with his attachments,
You can guess what that meant,
Shoved them in his mouth,
as his head went south,
"Feed him to the swine!
It's pig feeding time!"
She yelled at the serfs!
"That cheating dud got his desserts!"
Queenie was having a bad hair day,
Warrior king had been playing away,
But, Queenie had a toyboy anyway,
She always kept smiling,
Looked for the silver lining,
Queenie's wealth was a'piling,
She was a keeper,
Old king now a sleeper,
Queen kept the kids, gold and slaves,
She did get hers one day,
Yes, Queenie kept the lot,
Or was it all a plot?
Queenie's bad hair day,
Warrior king had been playing away,
This is verse, not a song,
Let's gaze at the face of Agamemnon.

Where
you rarely rest
a path upwards
fraught with danger
but it's not personal
just nature being nature
say you do it
say you make it
such a rush
was it worth it
you do know you could
have hired a helicopter
to drop you off at the top?

Yes, it's male Sundayitis,
AKA masculine vaginitis,
So, it's footy Sunday again,
Your great god Baal of sin,
Ever tried to lighten up?
A smile on your face of life's cup,
No, wake up negative!
Lucky for you I am so positive!
Men, **** yourselves on the front grass,
I've mopped the floors, that'll last,
Always keep on smiling,  I say,
For once, you too  have a delightful day!

A stolen glance a
Playful wink
Love eternal sworn in ink
Teacher confiscates the letters
Forced to read
Out loud
Beautiful sonnets that would
Make Shakespeare proud

He lays down **** like a shadow
Thrown by a movie spotlight
He eats passion like he is
******* the juices of the last peach on Earth
He walks proudly like a naughty child
Who made a clean escape
He talks integrity like a lion
With a human child in his mouth
He pushes imagination like
A clown in a silent temple
He lays down ****
And it’s all over me

You go to sleep
A loud cry causes your eyes to open
Stumbling into the hallway, your vision seems changed
Everything is so clear and shiny
Like your eyes have been upgraded tenfold
The house is illuminated by some strange glow
A pulsating purple ebbs throughout
This **** hallway seems to be going to eternity
Your feet begin to feel wet
Puddles of water are forming everywhere, coming from above
The faces on the ceiling just keep weeping and weeping
Their mouths contorted by painful sobs
The end of the hallway seems to be close
Is the ground moving or is it just you?
The walls seem to be inching closer
Why is everything tilting?
You’re almost there, you can do it
Why are they still crying?
You begin to see an outline of a figure
The little girl is waiting
Why is her dress torn?
A ribbon slowly falls from her hand
You reach down to pick it up
The skin begins to fall of her face
It gathers in clumps near her feet
The skull begins to mouth out the words
You move in closer to listen
Why is she whispering?
Your body shifts closer to the little girl
The purple begins to get even more intense
Your ear rests against her teeth
She quietly repeats herself
“Please cry for me”
Two trails of water slowly roll down your cheeks
You awaken