LOVE FINDS TWO AGED FOOLS---------------------------- THE RIPPLE IS HOME

nights dripped in bar room pages
drunken naked free passage rages
messed up sage- corrected on tarmac crucifictions
torn shrouds play against the breeze in word

silent haunted rain filled night
leaning upon steel dragons
we melted against  mortal frames
love the victim -i placed under such tender strain

later in some distant claim
i watched my blood -pool boil suicide within its reflected pain

fate freed those years learning movement and stillness
dont view this sad painted art
dressed in shame
dressed in splinter
dressed in broken rooted ground