Hold my wife in my old arms
kiss her hair touch her charms
   I want to make her ******.
Remembering our first time sin.

A glass of wine
  and I will sign
  on a dotted line
  free of me and mine
  no more empty threats
  morning's pained regrets
  always the unpaid debts
  just drunk and forgets.

Our tiny village Earth
becomes dust again.
The universe rebirth
infused will begin.

grow your hair
no underwear
smoking grass
sharing ***
wear Birkenstock's
**** the clocks
be brave, don't doubt
turn on, drop out
Michigan Avenue
we're born anew
paint a full moon
in the living room
nothing as it seems
in midnight dreams.

I dreamed I was a lesbian
  trapped inside a manly man
  infinity inside a clock
  broken heart inside a lock
  blindfold at a firing squad
  playing racquetball with god
  Einstein teaching ABC's
  an atheist on his knees
  drunk poet feeling free
  a monkey typing poetry.

I'm my own worst enemy.
Hold me in my fist like mercury
I slip between fingers on a floor,
I'm always left wanting more
I need to taste your secret garden.
I leave it empty. I beg your pardon.
I always starve for youth's pleasure,
old pirate hunting buried treasure.

We would do well to die
before our dreams.
  I stare vacant
where I was aroused,
an old fool.
  How do I limp
to my finish line? Help me
  know my place now
that I've packed my life in boxes.
I yearn for my big sins.
Where is lust's object of desire?
Where is my ******?