yawn/getting older

 wither

humble riverdresser

with you I'm blessed

to lay beside you

the lobotomied doll

the black lung lifegiver

turning golden sunsetts

by the willow

into leaden molten lava

driving out and over

guiding home

towards my slither window

singing out my lacerate laced

hairdoo-to let the bees sing

out in there yellow choir

divinly i have dreamed

of the rocky holed messaiah

the cavernously chthonic

women taking in

the scorn

living off the born

born free

unto a yawn