Well
You are the ash tray keeper
And your hands smell like fire
I hear sweet necter
Of alcoholic burns
And the needed guns
Fly into space.
God
Who knew?
I forgot the words
To the porch builder's number
And I tanget cried
To the candle light.
Give me smoke
And french tunes.
I am in a prison of ever
Moving matter.
Abuse your lungs
And fill your stomach
With regret
And euphoria
"Are you okay?"
*******,
I am happy
In a weird way and
I'm not complaining.
My bones chill
To your auburn
Gold crest eyes.
I sing to the moon
In this wooded cocoon
I wrap myself in wind
And stone
Goodnight
My caterpillar
See you in the morning rise.