Muzzled gun and hidden knife,
father’s milk and bits of coal.
I am the evil in your life.
I am the good inside your soul.
Champagne flask - a bit of class
inherited from days survived.
A swing, a hit, and crack of glass.
Bless the starship
The old star, it holds the line..
Still holds the night back from the sky.
Yet coil your fingers around mine.
As Lana said,
We’re born to die.
We’re born of this continual flame.
Love eternal, love astray,
love in dilligent acclaim.
on our way…
Now we’re cooking, burning blue.
Sugar, spices, that’s my lot.
Yet nothing tastes quite like you do,