the eggs fall from the sky;
laugh don't lie when the
sun goes down in circles;
my memory of u is
something like a holocaust

time is easy compared to this;
come up to the moon's rooftop
footstep by step; ur
candlestick's wick flickering
in your lime green eyes
candlelight brings out ur hair;

the streetlamps were gas lit;
her bustle was metallic
the cold drift of space;
the wind's level apace;
the city froze its top off &

don't leave ur basket of Rita
Hayworth dolls in the hall;
they might catch fire just like
she did in real life; deep space
is just the beginning of our
countless decades together; ur
timelessness turned to hours