I think you are in love with more
than a story this is the story of
stories and what you have done with it

The food has been cooked the wine
has been chilled and the guest of
honor is at the bottom of the lake

He had a hunger for the flying
machine funny these white clouds
don’t feel like toilet paper

Bony fingers of death heaven knows
the I’ll be able to talk to anyone
like I’m talking to you now

I’m in a family way ninety-proof
fiction the party is next door
and that’s the way it’s always been

What manner of me are these
I hate airports too many airplanes
what could I ever do but love her

Brother of the unknown ancient man
he forsook all earthbound vanities
throw the dirt gently onto his grave.