Feliks Derbarmdiker Love Reaganomics or, The Dead Gods The burst of loving you and all Has decreased down to a trickle Drip by drip, seed by seed Flake by flake has been dispersed No god ever lived long enough To hear the supplications What can an idol do anyway? Dead deity, buried deep under The rotted leaves, the compost The earthworm fills his crop Love's sweat On its wrinkled forehead Promises the fruits of its labor Except the trucks do not get filled Love's costs are high, demand is too Supply is never satisfying Love's lost Love is a man who won't stop and ask directions Love is a woman who won't tell what she wants Love is dead, Dead with the gods. WISH I HAD ME A HEAVEN    "Wish I had me a heaven to my own"    –Son House I wish I had a little sliver of the hereafter Wouldn't let God keep it all Would make Him share It is not right to be so selfish God should know better Sometimes I Feel There Is So Much Beauty In The World That My Heart Won't Make It And Will Cave In I looked at you in the mirror today Eggshell white were the walls around us You were asleep Nothing moved Nothing simmered, waiting to come out fighting I was not moving either I love watching you sleep I love feeling you love I love your sleeping breath I imagine you when you are not within me Red hair is spread on my chest when you are asleep I love too much to live This ancient earth can't stand alone It needs great couples Partners for life Earthly beings I breathe in you I see in you that passion That lemon-summer-sun-swings-fields-sky care You are my dust You are my care No death can sever you from me For in that end, we shall return.