In a Van Gogh painting
   cheap wine and waiting
   inside our favorite cafe
   out of focus strange day
   swirling forever wars
   madness midnight stars
   satisfy my lust's desire
   quenching passion's fire.
   Morphine in the vein
   quiets my lover's  pain.

Our first boy, boy.
My namesake, boy.
Fetch my tools, boy.
Cry beating belt, boy.
Make me proud, boy.
Ignore my cruelty, boy.
War's killing eats us, boy.
Comes home each night, boy.
Never mind the misery, boy.
She smiled at you, Boy!

I saw a dying brother bleed out.
   I saw a madman **** his flock.
   Parades celebrated the funerals.
   Little boys masquerading as men
   played war. Real men died for mud.
   Loved ones prayed their rosaries.
   No prayers were ever answered on
   our street. Gold stars filled sad
   windows. Widows cried in private.
   They would never dance again.

I plunge my gorged soul
into your rabbit hole
looking for a red queen
perfumed in between
the sexes not binary
a lovely green fairy
smooth and perfumed
Love always doomed.

I remember that time
in dark naked 13th hole
sand trap near our crime
will you still love my soul?
My mind always shivers.
Just believe in our Fate
I dream us in cold rivers.
It will never be too late.

People in relationships
are not half of each other.
We are complete in ourselves.
Just complement each other's
strengths and weaknesses,
when you meet the mothers.

So much potential
fast ball existential
a pitcher's pitcher
going to the Majors
Keep the strike outs
and the fans shouts.
You died unknown,
an overdose alone.