Quick silver streams over our hair and the blinding secrets of his lines sting us like vaccines.  Revelations Devine in doctors painters and poets whose grand appointments fixate out illness.
You were allergic when reality took his medicine paintings but you covered me in magenta quilts stitched black
Around the lateness of twenty years in a dark widowers red rest warning me about chain less camels and Chinese factories killing our newborns.  I agreed when you said the helpless close up and die shameless.

if you said to do what i was afraid of
i would use my pool stick case
and felony every red truck window
along my short walk home.  
if you said to do what i was afraid of
i would kiss an old admirer
he would feel my seems rip while we
play recliner.
if you said to do what i was afraid i would take every
******* chance i believe in.
if you said to do what i was afraid of
i would of waltzed around the pool pockets
ignorant, never even giving a **** about dollars and the juke box.
if she said what i was afraid of
i would of swung  across the table and kissed her.

lost love so long
lost love so long
Ill hear you in my sleep
you call me a lazy smoker
you say I lie about life
ive lost my dreams
but youll save me
ill work for Honesty
so long lost love
so long lost love
Ill try manage my ways.
so long lost love
so long lost love
Ill never forget what you gave.
Ive done quite a bit thinking
and now ill tell you straight:
go Home and save your money
go home and rescue your family
quit drinking away the twilight days
stop creating false dreams of fun
Go lay go lay at home
your family is all all you love.
so long lost love
so long my honey Ill
Get job and live happily!
And keep you in my dreams
ill never lie and go back again.
Ill change my ways
Ill change my ways
Ill never drink whiskey again.

I am dull green and compact
whomever I ******  I sip loosely
condign with a wedding ring.
I am not an oasis I am only factual
The belief of a Quadrivial dinosaur.
Male lions exigency steer my flame
nerveless singular  in ones element
Tranquil, soundless, never saying boo.

My poor washed up mother
Of fifty three has nothing
And I will never move away...

Green lawns I see you

Changing my mornings

Bronze leaves I need you

Like a fool sees a warning.

what is there to criticize!
We fear what others think
And think our passions dead.
Failure  We fail by believing what others
Never said.
We create everyone's judgement
Do not fear death you cannot
Stay in bed.
We fear what others think and
Think our passions dead.