Birth and Death and between
we call ticks on the clock life
filled with laughs and tears
first periods and brassieres.
******* a disappointment
raw without the ointment.
Can't remember your name
though you swear I came.

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.