That is love
Unbubbled whiskey and bitter beer,
tobascoed chips and coffee to plug a tear
A waving candle flame and menthol cigarette suck
A scrappy paper by pen is struck
That is control
Words the mouth of thought
of emotions unwantingly bought
by a lady of honesty and youth
like an unheld receiver in a telephone booth
That is life
Why did trees and ambition not distract
before i became so abstract
Cast as an old man before the fall,
segmented like a child-filled car greeting a brick wall
That is subtraction
And every song that buries from the speakers,
divides my heart, makes my spirit weaker
Hurts a little, hurts a lot
so that thereâ€™s no doubt that iâ€™ve been shot
That is art
And when iâ€™m gone to where daemons with angels dance,
will i be settled or bad feelings enhanced?
Will jesus or the devil pay my fare?
All i have to do is gamble my dare
That is choice
Instead, iâ€™ll accept sex and kisses
and hope that loving wonâ€™t always be misses
And so iâ€™ll end this silly rhyme
of the dream of a woman who wants to be mine.
What is that?