The air was breathing, but I nearly suffocated
in my sarcophagus
Where the antelopes wear underwear on their antlers:
On my mantle, memories recede, but cost of living
adjustments dance the
Charleston at the Rosebud of resplendent nostalgia:
The walls are dripping, and tonight the faces are on the
ceiling, are
they are suspiciously silent:
There was a fire tonight, when the world weary smile:
There was a pillow plummeting like invisible carbon in a
passion play:
If this is only going from A to B and back again, how
come when I clothes my eyes, I see bedsprings and
excrement in deep focus:
Dirty deals that only I am privy to, elegant cobblestone
goblets, bone
orchard china, parsips and lichen:
Puke on me, Delores:
Are you married or lesbian, are you a celibate Buddist
acolyte,
or are you just detached and unavailable like me:
More to the point where are you: where were you:
I went to the high school reunion, and Delores, there was
no puke:
It's a sad lonely song by the barnyard, 'cause Delores
ain't sick to
her stomach no more: