ballad of a stripper and a bookkeeper

he shot a hobo

alas a hobo

my lover shot a hobo

it was love , so love

i was the most insane stripper

lost on a winters eve

he was a bookkeeper with a gun

we wanted to run together

passion and breast in flames

he tried so much to please

with bunched up bloody nose

another fight over me

he started to kill

for pleasure that winters eve

police would call

and i would deny

through a packards windshield

his face a policeman saw

once run down

no going back

mexico and jazz

we where on the run

but my passion waned

with his bloodstained hands

and made a call

to a deputy

our villa surrounded

he felt betrayed

as to the chair

he fried

my lover alas my lover

who shot a hobo

and broke my heart

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stiffen the twilight

wanderer rolls in half soliloquy

sick heart and eastern sky

death’s fair strokes to guide,

dull pain brings him alone

heart a charnel cave,

crushing cigarette in thumb twists

till nearly ground to nothing,

love once lit and believe

as it was then

snow now hated

broke about the house

fathers silver face tribute to strength

went from kitchen warmth to boathouse,

breast no longer sleeps

coronal shine through window,

gunshot one pause enough to vow

gunshot two now white marble will tell,

should i be penitent kneeling praying

wrestling with tears,

i saw his return crimson and gold

shotgun on shoulder,

mother has gone away he said

my laughing brow could not find a way,

i wished for nothing but hair golden

to weave light to the day

police came lights kaleidoscopic

around ceiling and stars

with my uncle i grew,

now back in this timbered and brick town

to see what remains

house now fallen into decay

this heart of man

was now my peace,

lay flowers in silence

remember my prayer

shadows have now moved underground

and will stay