[dead man]

hey


brown eyes like sunrise in a nuclear sky
you taught cupid to fly. morning doves and roosters alike
beautiful sight: curvaceous movements under fuselage light
at a dinner, drink and movie ticket's usual price
loosen my tie, cuban delight - addictive as peruvian white
mid-life epiphanies that we're confusing for fights
crisis mode activated - let our memories flood
til those REDRUM scrawls are letters of love, measured in blood
crystal glaciers melt like teardrops in effeminate thugs
the hanging gardens burned. Nebuchadnezzar was hung
from the poppy trees we sing about with Western repose
you screamed, then hung the phone up. so i left you alone
wrong time, wrong decision. set in my ways
Midol by the bucketful. you're menstrual for days
medicine and yoga pants and visits to graves
not boredom. not remorse. not affection, per se
our love's a spectrum of gray. convalescent, depraved
people always ask me when we're getting engaged.
pressure to stay. pleasure and pain, you're wetter than rain
red velvet sheets. Marlboros as we walk to the train
sometime talk about our feelings. often refrain
cause your therapist gets paid to listen. dollars and change
pacifism, veiny wrists, provocative blades
black coffee on a snowy evening. simple and plain
be my queen, be my limousine - a means to an end
odd how one creates reality. yet people pretend
to be completely content. don't pay me a check
i want happiness and God. but i can't handle it yet..







- yours