A simple 4 letter word
complex as a love affair.
Trust a double edge sword
breathing her cheating air.
I can't forget her *** taste
I ate it as my favorite clam.
I'll suffer the final waste
of love long lost once again.

Crazed warriors armless,
anything but harmless
kicking bombs into nets
quiet church no regrets.
Beckham did it best of all
master of the Soccer ball.

Asleep. I'm 93
I had to ***.
I wet my bed,
sunrise dead.

I stand cold and naked
outside of the head
at the party sacred
ignored like the dead.
My life is unraveled
****** fills my head,
my maps untraveled.
Not addicted he said
great escape I knew
Oxy is a fierce God
until our lips are blue.

My life is fading away
day by day going astray
I can't place you I forget
I love you but I regret
I forgot your name again
I know where we've been
I remember cans on cars
cheers in so many bars
laughter and pleasure
beyond any measure.

We young lust fools
broke sacred rules
back in the day
when I started decay
to shred my soul
leave an empty hole
where decency exists
temptations to resist
embraced the libation
the pure celebration
a stone was a heart
we played our part
West Side Story
Maria and Tony
Star crossed love
in worlds above
I will be dead
our lovers' bed.

He splashes light in our eyes,
  heart breaks that make him cry
  remembering yesterday's goodbyes,
  begs her to explain. She just sighs.
  She was a ***** he loved, ghost white.
  He splashes light against the night
  making stars like madness that whirl.
  He splatters a crazy sun in the girl
  with crows in skies warning us of doom.
  He cuts his ear off in his attic room
  wraps it in paper scratched with vows.
  In madhouse on starry nights he howls.