laying in the lap
a feeling of purest love
I pet the kitty

how very adult
pretending to take a stand
or drink with one hand

lazy philodox
obsessively compulsive
furry little fox

and not looking down
leaving all that shit behind
the romance of flight

black and white hurts less
painful hell of the ages
in two dimensions

on to the canyon
riding a bike in L.A.
In sunshine and rain

quietly talking
like I was always with you
dreaming face to face

hong kong suzy love
raven slender concubine
purest of the dove

look at us back then
scurrying about in dirt
same as we do now

streams of yellow air
science fiction preparing
sweet water dreamers

basking in your glow
being in another light
my eyes are sunburned

on a quiet dawn
aware of one another
we woke up that day

she can’t find her purse
and pretty as a picture
the drug addict nurse

life lingers no more
all the cats are calico
like rocks into sand

make the trap pretty
like a beautiful woman
who has no pity

bad acting brunette
witness to a homicide
black water dinner

if granted one wish
I’d reverse our rotation
for a date with Gish

shock on their faces
educating the wise ones
left without traces

all we do yields naught
but as we envy the dead
they laugh at our deeds

an eye in the sky
communion of the ages
until it left us