water dripping
clock ticking
counting sheep
just can't sleep
haunting violins
insane mandolins
constant litany
of sins dripping.

I craved your poison breath.
   You made me dig my grave.
   You ate me after my death.
   Mourned me too late to save.

If man is made
in the image of God.
What beast births
and buries us in sod?

I bring us back to life.
We bonded at the Air Force
Museum. Your crazy shades
a truly fashionable divorce.
Stopped at Perkins for lunch.
I miss you so **** much.
I'll join you much too soon
on the dark side of the moon.

Vincent's starry madness
let loose with his paints
ghost's at Midnight Mass
praying for living saints.

Fantasy sets fire to my fierce heart
throbbing for a stranger on the bus
who makes me wet in diesel dreams
I finger our Eden for both of us.

When it came it surprised me how quickly it was done.
   I expected the end to take some time, maybe a little drama.
   Within an instant I went from cutting grass to being a bit
   piece of some enormous, all knowing energy. Overwhelmed.

   I was no longer me.  I was everything that had ever lived!
   Plant, animal, microbe, every thought ever thought, every
   feeling ever known from every world that ever was.  Each
   blade of grass screaming when cut down in its prime.

   I thought wars would be the most horrible of all, but
   it happened to be the personal cruelties visited upon
   cells by cancerous bullies who cared only for themselves.
   Life is hoarded by all.  Only the strong will survive.