My Sister, My Spouse

My sister, my spouse are you comfortable with these words?

To me, they still seem to jingle like the pair of a badman’s spurs

My sister, my spouse you’re burning at both ends

I said, “Is there a fire on the mountain?”

You replied, “

Well, that all depends.”

You know, our parents’ heroes are all movie actors

Necks tilted up to the angel of light

I can admit to the same allure

They say movies deal with archetypes

You know,

I’ll try on any mask

Brother, Son,

Husband A separate face for separate tasks

Death-card,

Scorpio, Little devil

Villain is obviously most fun

Singer, Poet,

Publicman

Well, easier said than done

Do-nothing,

Roop-scoop,

Mooch Hell,

I can take it

Loyal friend and confidant

Honey, I could never fake it “

My sister, my spouse”:

Rules of engagement!

We’ve been working so hard

We need a change,

I can take a hint

Write down on these tears of newspaper words you would like to see disappear

Let ash fly above the rusty stovetop

I’m going to start with the word “sincere”

My sister, my spouse