Pink flesh in a black cell
Wind and thunder and lonelyness
The dim light in the corner of the room
Is far too apathedic

Spread are days like not enough jam
A nameless flem in lung
Shallow reaches the broken heart of man
But at least it's trying

Leaves in the fall
They lose like we do
And i fear the next step
And the crunch

So many years pass and the tree remains
It still promises shade
Standing over the broken boddies
Of what once was love

And poetry And music
The wind beneath us
As likely to glimps the sun to weary eyes
As to throw us to the rake

Hot coffee and cigarettes
Cool whisky and fire
nothing to the inebriation
That was your simple touch

Flowed all tears, verse, and wine
From one stone do they cry
You where my love, My roots and skin
And i'll miss you
Til life and limb run dry.

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