Come on now
You can't die on me just yet
toooo much unfinished business we got
too much body-luggage
and holding keys to the city
this is no state to go to paradiso
i ken't
and talking of your ribs
they are yet to crackle
are you afraid of happiness
delivered by born again pagans
or merely the religious tap of wicked fingers
is this dance the real deal
or merely a contested mutuality.
© July 2018
