The first we ever did was dance.
The studio was where we met.
The teacher: I, the student: her.
And Arthur Murray’s was the site

We danced an hour twice a week.
We danced for months until I left.
I’d drunk myself near unto death
and could no longer right remain.

I drank the last check from the shop
and knew the rent was due in days.
What did I care, my life was done
and then she came and took me home.

There s Place called the Rainbow Bridge where all loving pets go to
when they die and leave us. You might think that when they passed
away and you Buried them that's end of their life
But it isn't . They live on in the Spirit realm and they all go the
Rainbow Bridge there is a angel waiting on them to take the
across the bridge and when they get across they get run and play,
And its never too hot, or cold they never get sick they can all have grass

I

Everything is in
a state of gradual decline:
our conversations
taper off the anticline
and dwindle into silence.

II
With time the music
will get on your bloody nerves:
your lips will bleed and
kisses taste like rusted nails;
speech will be spare and thirsty

III
We've spent our old days
swiping through false memories
by frigid windows
wet with tears, or sometimes rain;
should we go outside to dry?

The doors open and I walk through
Alice in Wonderland and Christmas Village
Warmly dressed people come into view
Furs and boots, vikings out to pillage

Intent on their mission, present religion

They give themselves away, secret identities
Convinced they are hiding in plain sight
Cargo jackets and pants to their knees
I know who they are and that's not right

Good boys and girls, Mother's pearls