mortuaries never go out of business until the mortician dies

         (how i wish, how i wish you were here, we’re just two lost souls

          swimming in a fish bowl year after year, running over the same

          old ground what have we found, the same old fears – roger waters)

 

all words are waiting in the wings of existential flight

i’m walking while the city sings come dance with our delight

but i don’t dance with their romance although i’m liquefied

i just found out that yesterday another friend has died

 

younger than me, by god’s decrees is how she spent her days

but even in her abstinence she saw an early grave

i’m not confused, i’m not amused nor am i justified

i just believe this world is less when anybody dies

 

the gods of yore are at the store to purchase parting gifts

although we know they can afford their always a spendthrift

and she has died among the lie labor garners favor

even though the bible sighs the work was by the savior

 

but all these musings that we make don’t make no never mind

she is on her way to dust all from the daily grind

and some will miss the way she kissed tasting just like coffee

i always would whisper her name while eating mocha toffee

 

tonight is just like any night that languishes l.a.

the cars all say you’re in my way, night races to the day

i buy a candle on a whim with impermanent wick

the searing wax drips on my skin, my hand a candle stick

 

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