Death descends like the statement of a credit card;
life goes on in eight columns, sometimes six,
dropping out should have been an option, instead my
world is turning pages while I am just sitting here
listening to atrophy whisper through a megaphone:
“It’s better to fade away than to burn out, let
champagne supper turn to bile by breakfast, bark up a
fake plastic lemon tree till she hurls pomo grenades at you.”
The streetlife serenade is recklessly tempting,
in the club the girls in ***** shirts come and go,
talking of Felu, Neru, Derri… da, what inertia!
Sitting in a club with so many fools(,) playing to rules,
Hell is a blank generation with no vacancy,
I’m doubting Thom: meeting people isn’t easy,
Them clones in rubber souls from fab India
try to impale me right next to the paintbox,
In she walks, head going nowhere close to the oven,
eyes me like a Pisces riding shotgun on a WAG,
says growing older in the rain ought not be done all alone.
Bring on the moonshine, dancing days are here again!
Happiness was Scotch Mist, now it’s suddenly a goal,
It’s past AM on a holiday, do I wanna know if this
isn’t, like always, just un-certain platonish bromance?
Or will she journey with me till the end of the night?
Optimism is fleeting, afraid to commit, tends to elope,
Pray that she lingers long enough: I need a feel-good poem.
There’s a restaurant at the end of the universe,
I’ve heard the well-done steak they serve is actually rare
but their awesomesauce can make us live forever,
we can make it there in time if we slide away right now,
and if in the morning we don’t know what to do,
I’ll toast the bread, I’ll make the bed, she can make my day.

Boy howdy, zipity dipity bipity do, crashawnk, codunkles,blimdicals, felu.
Words that mean nothing with clues white and black....black? Well that is you staring back, you think you have your foot in the door but it's only a crack, the lights are off , but you don't look back?
Two chairs sitting on a hill , people laughing , people playing, climb crystal stairs to the sill. See through the windows out or in? Perception of deception for those sills face in. It's your eyes that stare back that bare back and dare back. I digress , regress, deflect and subject. Myself is just playin with this yarn to no regret. So I'll stare back, I'll enter the void. I'll dare back and care back and not be annoyed.
Reaching down to pull others up, I was offered a drink and I spilled the cup. Souls are sojourning how can they be ill? Don't worry draw closer it's only a chill. Take your fill, there is more in the till.....If only we were here when the time stood still.
White light reflects and dazzles the eye? Tear drop shaped prisms  make colors alive. You and I know that this is no lie, how can it be if we are to survive?
Sit in your chair and I'll sit in mine we will do time together and pass it with......looking back at each other or back and forth? They face each other, reflect each other, see into each other. Are not each other. Are looking for one another. Are combined into one another. Just went past one another.
Did your eyes get their fill or would you see more, did you see the end of life or just another shore? Were the waves beating and tearing for more? Clawing at what belongs on the floor? Little pebbles or be they keys , white and black strung with.....seaweed? How did this instrument get to this shelf? Coral and ships and notes float about? Bubbles like notes lilting about? Who makes music in these dark depths? How stricken be the keys and the pedals with....ease?
Lift it up, lift up, lift it up....no yarn no yet....lift it up! It's flying on nothing but the thickest of thin....air compressed and blown up again? Should notes not matter when your up this high? Your making music and........ I just need to sigh...
But back to the sills and the people and hills and to the eyes of yours and mine. This chair and that, this stare and that. Up crystal stairs and to the door. It slowly revolves till we are dizzy once more.
Ok now yarn, what spin you for?