My revolver

So easy to get

Cocked in fist

On the way to the grave

Wide open for morning

Loaded and ready

Bullets to blast

My brains to the clay

Of Mother Nature’s womb

∞

Skull full of stars

People that cross

Lost in a garden

Of slab and dirt

Hands from graves

Reach out to shake

Me up so late

Embalmed hands

Amidst the wilt

∞

How I love the Dead

Putting down roots

Echoing whispers

By the time you get it together

You start to fall apart . . .

Skeletal, you know

A jaw drops

Moss will grow

With unknown approach

∞

Living to die, dying to live

Tombstones scream

Or winds grow shrill

Among final faces

Of resting places

My constant family

Who embraces chill

Beneath my feet

Tripping

∞

Naked

Among the Dead

Gone to bed

Sculptured tomb

Where I stretch

Smoking a joint

Like a Bowie tune

Near a baby’s

Grave

∞

A seedling

Alone

How I yearn

To hold you

Above

Your crumbling

New name

Eroded

Not even a weed

∞

So I sing

A lullaby

And reach out

To cradle you

In my arms

With your rattle

Of bones

Watching

Birds Fall

∞

Birds fall

From the trees

Dying

From disease

Wondering

Why

Death is

The rest of

Your life

∞

Some call me a necrophiliac

Who bones the boneyard

Others, a ghoul

Who haunts the Dead

Whatever tickles their tulips

Licking dew drops of lust . . .

Did you know divorce kills?

Divorce kills children

For the rest of their lives

∞

Under-aged children

Kicking the emptiness

Of a beer can

Can no longer feel

Superior over anything

Nothing but luck

Before granite claims

Years of avoidance

In unfulfilled hearts

∞

Finding a family

Like me

In the dead of night

To dance

Headlit

In moonlight

Celebrating

Every vertebra

Of our spines

∞

Bone

Is white dust

And soul lost

In dispersing

Atoms

Ready to be

Held

In a box

Planted

∞

To remain

Where

I can always

Be found

Underground

Knowing dark

Caresses

My mind

Listening