lovers meet in the suicide sheets
in beds of liars
lying through their teeth

I dream of the day when
even arsonists and architects can be friends
when anarchists and arbitrists reconcile their differences

reluctant reunion
in a dream or in delusion
an apprehensive distance
closed by the mutually held passion
for the others existence
terrified by reason of the pain
and she just the same
the nearer she paced
the clearer I saw her scars
by the way she looked into my face
they may as well have been erased
tracing her steps to mine
leading up in my mind to the embrace
quiet and still
retracing the feelings not felt in some time
no spoken words
just intermittent sobs
for lost I miss yous
and apologies
tongue tied
but they were the best kind we could muster
realizing  we didn't have much time
that's the closest we've ever gotten since you died
the closest we can or ever will
I understand this as I awake
into the same state I've been in for days now
to see a dove in my window take off and fly away

I woke up asleep
From my dream within a dream
And my dream it seemed
Was bursting at the seams
With scenes of obscenity

Discontent with reality
He paints a picture of mortality
The underlying cause of his dysfunctionality
Discontent with this dysfunctionality
He paints a two sided face
One side for the freinds
One for the rest of the human race

Theres a tired tiger
And a lyin liger
The lion liked her
But her pride dispised her
The panther preys for her hungers sake
And the vultures try for the tigers take
But as fate would have it
As is her habit
The earth reaches right back around to grab it
But no before death can stab it
From dirt to flesh that we carry on our skeletons
To carrion to dust and back