*******
Your ghost lingers on
though you're supposedly gone
but the porch light still shines on
weeping what went wrong
sure there were sweet certain songs
the two of you would sweat 'til dawn
and the light lingers on
though you're supposedly gone
these things i cannot believe
too much talk in the room
about illustrious moons
whom Jesus Christ wove in the womb
heard the water and wine
his magestical shine
when everything will align
somebody finally stops
out come nervous coughs
and you can see it not turned off
that light lingers on
you're probably dreaming of dawn
mouthing softly such certain songs
*******
pressed inside a space too small
eyes search in concern
her crying call
is not difficultly discerned
I
feel
she
expected
unideality
but I wonder
if she feels strange
about me
now
a scene beaming familiarity and particularity
well
I
feel
decently
nervous
at this point in time
we sleep
but I can't sleep
I need something to eat
*******
She left me in June
after singing tunes 'bout the moon
and how she never turns her back on you
fireflies and starlight
your skin shined of white
and I constantly pondered might
but what do ya know
people go where they go
rivers with southward flow
And I'll be damned
if I am the man
to build some dreamy dam
'cause the energy
just isn't in me
to fail so splendidly
we'll be who we are
never ever push hard
maybe we'll bring birthday cards
The Earth can't help but spin
as she whips up the wind
in the face of her closest kin
*******
This type of intensity
isn't for me
it's not for me
so make it leave
or leave
living isn't a simple thing
when some single entity
can be
misery and be beautifully
awake
slip into the sexual
it always slides
out of control
oh no
it's out of control
I am a drinker
I had a few
I only had a few
I swear
and stumble and mumble
something hardly humble
I must be delirious
you can't be serious
you got it better than
four billion
maybe five
five-and-a-half
lay down a fifty
on shitty self-pity
to collapse by the third turn
three to five odds
are not
gonna make anyone a millionaire
*******
when not drugged into insanity
after the heavy breathing
sliding saliva skin on skin sin
building up fast
to a climax
after that
it's
disappointment
disappointment
disappointment
disappointment
disappointment
because we've all got out spiral notebooks
with outrageous spelled out inside
and you give in
or you don't
and it's as simple as that
it's as simple as that