13.8.12

[sunday_funeral]

gratifying lover
paper bagged eyes
peet at my reflection in the window
over your own shoulder
the fourth came with blood shed tears
where did i drop you
where did i fall
lift me with artillery and clutch me close
phone ears and warm beers
long drives back to homes
cobwebbed walls peeling old stains
how could i make it any more clear
slide you against me and
breathe in your heavy scent
deep purple and violet blues
chal up the years and put on my glasses
how will i know
how will i know where to go