It's been eroding more and more.
I can't remember hatreds I had or
races of people I disdained or my
lovers or children or you anyway.
I'll evaporate in a vacuum while
you pull the plug on my DNR.

Christ! When I was in high school
a band made a song that reached
through the years and touched my
70 year old self and I'm stunned.

I'll climb into the cockpit
of this beast that threatens
to beat the speed of light
though I might disappear.
I have Einstein's photograph
in my pocket for good luck.

I'm an old poet with a young heart.
  I'm Scrooge on Christmas morning.
  I'm George Bailey at the end thankful
  because it's a wonderful life after all.

We kissed like lovers.
    We kiss like friends.
    What happened to our
    greatest love story?
    Time is our tragedy;
    just lambs to slaughter.

I visit them all.
  I crave their stories.
  Maybe I want their lives.
  So many lived more proper.
  Some thought they lived sacred.
  Hate seethes from some graves.
  It's red fog in night's demise.
  Tears are everywhere in this ground.
  Wind whispers secrets. I listen.
  Life is Death's reason to exist.

I'll wear your costumes
and dance your steps
graceful as a swan
and eat your sins
until they fill me and
I ask to be forgiven.
I'll fall down your
cruel well and die.