Then what shall we call them
if we are to become men?

shall we say,
'another day is as good'

It's a mystery tour around the graves,
the dead, only
Jesus saves,
the living can rot

they paint pictures
I've got some
Old Masters
and then some,
a mistress in waiting?

It is time and a bit
to ponder on it

reflections in mirrors are
scissors that cut me,

but it's not me anymore
that I see

is the door locked?
is the dog in?
these
questions begin when reality sends
me a love bite

sit tight and hold on
to the one if it's your
one
and let the world spin.