Good morning, my darling!
(Good day)
You’ve slept the whole night through my love
(You slept o’er half the day)
I made you hot cakes and cream, my dear.
(I found poison in your tea)
Look at the sunshine, my darling dear!
(I smell a storm today)
Oh what outings we ought to have!
(I’d rather live alone)
Chocolates for lunch and sugarplum pies!
(I’d sooner swallow a toad)
We’d watch the sunset in your arms my love.
(You **** me softly, my dear.)

She sank beneath the tarnished waves in a crinkled crimson gown.
Bathing in the sea of light, she watched the sun go down.
Above the starlight hummed a tune
With their sweet companion, Lady Moon,
Who watched the maiden take a breath and dream
Of silver locks and paper wings.
As Lady Moon takes her evening course along the silver way
Shadows haunt below the maiden as sharks do swim away.
A lost whale’s song announces midnight’s bells
As the maiden floats below the swells.
The Lady and her companions merge at final quarter
To admire her crimson gown. For when Lady melts to allow the Lord
To rise and greet the day,
Dark waters cover maiden lost
While at the bank she lays.

Red locks do my gray heart keep
Amoung the  spider webs.
The toads shall croak and the frogs may leap
alone in the Garden of Eden.
I linger at the door with my
Locks and chains, rattling them as I
Stare.
At the purple sky and singing buds.
I lost my heartbeat there.

She sank beneath the tarnished waves in a crinkled crimson gown.
Bathing in the sea of light, she watched the sun go down.
Above the starlight hummed a tune
With their sweet companion, Lady Moon,
Who watched the maiden take a breath and dream
Of silver locks and paper wings.
As Lady Moon takes her evening course along the silver way
Shadows haunt below the maiden as sharks do swim away.
A lost whale’s song announces midnight’s bells
As the maiden floats below the swells.
The Lady and her companions merge at final quarter
To admire her crimson gown. For when Lady melts to allow the Lord
To rise and greet the day,
Dark waters cover maiden lost
While at the bank she lays.

She sank beneath the tarnished waves in a crinkled crimson gown.
Bathing in the sea of light, she watched the sun go down.
Above the starlight hummed a tune
With their sweet companion, Lady Moon,
Who watched the maiden take a breath and dream
Of silver locks and paper wings.
As Lady Moon takes her evening course along the silver way
Shadows haunt below the maiden as sharks do swim away.
A lost whale’s song announces midnight’s bells
As the maiden floats below the swells.
The Lady and her companions merge at final quarter
To admire her crimson gown. For when Lady melts to allow the Lord
To rise and greet the day,
Dark waters cover maiden lost
While at the bank she lays.

She sank beneath the tarnished waves in a crinkled crimson gown.
Bathing in the sea of light, she watched the sun go down.
Above the starlight hummed a tune
With their sweet companion, Lady Moon,
Who watched the maiden take a breath and dream
Of silver locks and paper wings.
As Lady Moon takes her evening course along the silver way
Shadows haunt below the maiden as sharks do swim away.
A lost whale’s song announces midnight’s bells
As the maiden floats below the swells.
The Lady and her companions merge at final quarter
To admire her crimson gown. For when Lady melts to allow the Lord
To rise and greet the day,
Dark waters cover maiden lost
While at the bank she lays.

The park did bear a shiny red
Balloon
which rose above the sticky hands and metals bars.
The man who owned the balloon forgot to add a string, and up
And up
And up
And up
Did the lonely circle go.
The rest he left behind, all ******* in bows;
their life a blink and a pop. But for the red
Balloon
He dodged the birds and telephone wire
until he reached the
Clouds, and then
Up and up again he went
Until he bounced against the stars
and the children gave a shout
(as they looked up with fright)
“The moon is red tonight.”

Roadblocks and stumble rocks blocking all the way
down past the broken down cars
and the twenty-four hour pay.
The moon shines alone, reminding
Her of the unstoppable
Solitude.

She waits an hour his return
with gas and cokes for two.
Watching lovers in the lot,
that pause so often for fear
of getting caught.

I sit on the curb, yet damp from the night.
A stranger fills the air with cigarette smoke
as I utter a passing sigh,
“He isn’t coming back tonight.”