Spell My Life

Spell My Life

Spell it out for me the quiet

in tombstone winds

sweat beads dribbling down

the squint of life

I am not who you think I am,

not the good humor man,

the loving guy with an erection

perpetually bent toward you.

Remember those long cold nights

white sheets creeping off our movements

nocturnal bluster beneath bare bones

breathing now beneath oak trees

your grave makes life gone in a wisp

spell it out for me the quiet

belief in something beyond the trees

beyond the final breath

spell it out in fiction tales of god

golden streets, golden rod and white lace

cover me now for I am the tombstone wind.