Flaming red hair, burning, yearning.
A vibrant dress of colors that...

Eric the Antichrist sitting by the phone
Flicking through the personal ads home all alone...

Her new green dress hangs
sublime, floating shy and coy...

The stars no longer pinned to the black
Fell to the earth with a mighty crack...

Wrapped in your tender graces and
Tied up with laughter...

The smile of your shadow would illuminate
The solemn cracks in the cathedral floor...

He left his wife,
He left his job...

Death stalked the streets,
Well maybe stalked is too strong...

The dried up leaf blown
Crab like across concrete beach...

Tattered ribbons of black plastic
Caught on a wire fence...

I carried my emotional baggage up her stairs and
Stored it under the bed...

Nothing to push, nothing to sell,
No wringing hands, just ring the bells...