you've a childish touch
a stroke of imagination
your words will not make
sense to me but i will overlook
my suspicions
your death is not
real
because you were never real
baby, you were never alive
but i still see you everywhere
laughing and drinking with me
every shot of whiskey i took
alone
send me love from wherever
from whatever ghost you came from
to haunt this broken mind
you've childish blood in you
my dear, i've lost my venereal scent
and it's witless of me to be so cruel
and deny your existence