Life is Blink of an Eye

       I was born through time and space
       landed in this crazy bright place
       furious at light and white beasts
       with no faces but ******* and feces.
      
       I lived parts dealt me rich or poor.
       Bully or bullied Methadone *****.
       AA and AlAnon LGBTQ and straight.
       I always struggled most with weight.

       I had visions through time and space
       in Hospice in Morphine dreams place
       light's candle abandoned the living
       accepting a blink of eye forgiving.

Life to death
are bookends to
our story lived,
Birth to Burial.

The more I read poetry
It seems like obituary.
Death in a coal mine
of the innocent canary.
Let us say what needs
to be said finally.

A spark when lover's
love lights the wick
that makes another's
heart begin to tick.

We never talked of pleasure.
  It was always buried treasure.
  Marriage was a woman pure
  as a ****** bride to endure.
  Bette home on John's Island
  she finally made her stand.
  Took her kids and left behind
  his ashes they'll never find.

The sky burst open in a flood
with angry thunder all about
the booming voice of God
whispers in light no doubt.

My dogs needed walking.
We went forth and waded
ankle deep in a flowing
sense of time long faded.

1812 Overture is War's glory
I picked up the dogs' ****
I had to write this story
Tchaikovsky demanded it!