The seductive ghost at the wheel of my fire bursting finger tips still an  old silvery soul ricketing the shutters delicatly.  your lauph bursting across our living room like tiny bubbles, little birds flapping their pink feet above  magnolias.  What a whisp of beauty it is to still know how much we care for eachother.

The carpet was red, sloppy joe red.
Not like ****** noses or baseball blister red.
But reder then the lava from vesiveus and
Reder then two out of three pigs crying wolf.  Redder then Mr kansees face durring ralphs ****** question in *** ed.  Reder then four square.  But not as red as the moment we hugged our kids and told them we had to leave.

I am stealing but I realease
All  silence in your cries

The loundness with out voice
mans a womens and his transgendered child

Our bonfire is a flooded river!

We tried to quit
and paid dearly
for free love.

Lived under the sea with our lungs
died to live and woke to sleep
away towards the outward inward reversal.  

Until we realized you and I came together in the middle. We parted and fused our metal.  Made islands come together easier then a boat ride.

On the ferris wheel of hookey we
slow-cosbied
Drinking the canadian whiskey
Of hockey.  
The state fair below spun like a lit
dizzy dradle.  
Years later i found you at AA checked
Into shick shadle.

The dial clocks in at smooth jazz
And out the window californias
a smudge of wild finger paintings.

We dreamed until we would die.
My father still holding his whiskey
My mothers sloppy forgiveness.  
The kitchen roaring and swaying
Louder then bottle rockets Screaming across the restless suburbs.
For one nite we faded like a universe of
Creation.   For one nite we came back like comets predictable yet unforgettable.  
For one nite we didnt scream.
For one nite we lit up the world.

The boys of my generation died!
Half their faces smile without teeth.
Every whers the same black or grey
Half alive like their moms.
They brought my best friend down
So his problems could live.
I saw his family kick him out
If you cried with him
Id have no sympathy
They brought my cousin down
Because he couldnt be free.
Finished now
The preacher will see.
Somone sold  my cousin down
Because his mind was never free.
He was my cousin
Weakened with a problem
Broken like a fantasy.
He was my cousin
Living for a dream.
Unremembered crusader
Over come his tortured dreams
He will go at thirty
As if his mom has called him
The son she didnt need.
He was my cousin
And well die never free.