I stumble over vowels and fall
slapstick like over consonants.
I use cuss words and talk about
my needs and girl parts and so
I guess I'm writing drunk again.
Truth is so hard to cough up and
put on the page naked in spotlight.
I need a little liquid courage.

I will be gone long
while you live life
into your own song
avoiding your knife.

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.