DELORES

The air was breathing, but I nearly suffocated

in my sarcophagus

Where the antelopes wear underwear on their antlers:

On my mantle, memories recede, but cost of living

adjustments dance the

Charleston at the Rosebud of resplendent nostalgia:

The walls are dripping, and tonight the faces are on the

ceiling, are

they are suspiciously silent:

There was a fire tonight, when the world weary smile:

There was a pillow plummeting like invisible carbon in a

passion play:

If this is only going from A to B and back again, how

come when I clothes my eyes, I see bedsprings and

excrement in deep focus:

Dirty deals that only I am privy to, elegant cobblestone

goblets, bone

orchard china, parsips and lichen:

Puke on me, Delores:

Are you married or lesbian, are you a celibate Buddist

acolyte,

or are you just detached and unavailable like me:

More to the point where are you : where were you:

I went to the high school reunion, and Delores, there was

no puke:

It's a sad lonely song by the barnyard, 'cause Delores

ain't sick to

her stomach no more: