My life is a fraud Posing greatness, I go home to empty bed I remember a girl It was heavenly lying next to her Talking, walking, being with her
Countless fissures fitted, amazing minutiae She was the one, paradise once Dilapidation is order of the day Death dwells among the living Seeped deep in floorboards, forcing hands
Death is more real than God Death is God Why is this night different from all other nights? I rouse from anxious nightmares Awakening to truer horrors
What is believable? Her lips were the best Scattered into tiny unrecognizable pieces Where she licked I didn’t realize it was all her New York City connections
I thought it was simply Her eager tongue One last remark This is not poetry Who am I to utter
Ice-cream truck ***** broadcasts Tomorrow guarantees new beginnings To an unforgivable forgiven past I miss her presence My life is a frog