The full moon fills my window.
  Worries bounce around my brain
  like pinball's on gravity flight.
  I wait for a sunrise judgement.
  Where will death's gavel land?
  Inside a Savior's morning light.

Perfume is dizzy in diesel zippers
gorgeous ******* beauty strippers
choose carefully from the menu
men or fem boys or indoor venue
stripper poles lap dances and more
inputs outputs old fashion *****?
Drain and fill your tanks before
you drive off for another hour.

I've been breathing the fumes
of child abuse in dark rooms
full of innocent mushrooms
suffering through full moons.

Forever the journey takes
from our  birth to a death
full of love and mistakes
like a movie at last breath.

Loved and hated the same
always tears at the wake
there's never any blame
for all the living's sake.

I want to be 16 again
looking for mortal sin
Catholic girls' willing
to spend God's shilling
to forgive the 'shoulds',
naked in Winton Woods.

Everyone I've laughed with
and parted ways awhile
I laugh at every memory
I miss you with a smile.

I'll weave words
into a quilt of who
and not forget what
time demands when
point the map where
***** explains why.