Why do we obsess on your death?
Wear mother's furs and die in a car
painless, breathing her dead breath
as your own in the closed garage.
You painted your suffering in such
splendid colors and signed it AS.

you touch your sacred heart
and bless us with your hand
I thought you'd be darker
coming from the desert sand
I trust you on my dashboard
to keep me safe from harm
through thick and thin you
are my jesuz plastic charm.

Oh what a time we had. Bohemians.
  We drank too much and laughed too
  loud. We danced wild in neon light.
  We shocked the frozen faced prudes.
  We pulled the sun up, ate croissants,
  slept naked until love's black night.

Is there a tool
A fixing gadget
To repair the hole
In world’s budget

She comes and goes. My wife in
   an instant becomes a stranger
   a vacant stare. Holds her purse
   tighter to her fearing my danger
   There's a loose thread in her mind
   she keeps pulling until she holds
   the end and everything is gone but
   me. She sees it slip from my hand.