I'll bring Sunflowers
  calling on you, Dear.
  Bouquet sworn vows
  until promises wear
  time's ragged edge
  begs my suicide flight
  from top floor ledge
  I miss tomorrow light.

Heart attack.
  Stroke.
  Cancer ate me.
  Suicide.
  Overdosed.
  Murdered.
  Bullied.
  Abandoned.
 ­ Dingo ate me.
  Aborted at birth.

The alcohol was kerosene
lust crazy house on fire.
Naked in our bed obscene
flames feeding our desire.
We're pyromaniacs in love
but always end in ashes.
Our smoke drifts above
laughter dead in glasses.

Drunk old man's postulation
  on the beginning of creation:
  angry fierce crude hot lover
  energy exploding forever
  we made a God who made us
  to teach His splendid Opus
  we made a heaven and hell
  and sins to count and tell.
  We all transition to death
  rage against final breath.

I think of us creating you
the backseat Mustang view
fog the windows in our heat.
Eat White Castles for a treat.

We have a name for everything.
This thing in which we exist is
called life. Like tadpoles exist in
a shallow creek swimming
among their gods.
Like fields of poppies
swim among the wind in
their own piece of heaven.
As rivers flow gently or angry
over the banks to punish those
who try to contain it.
This thing that we name.

Clock ticks
hearts beat
love decays
into retreat
always seeks
younger skin
vampire love
begins again.