high, bye .

the inner why .
the sinner sigh .

"Lister: Whats your take on the situation?
Holly: What do you want? The long or the short version?
Lister: Long.
Holly: Youre finished. [pause]
The Cat: Whats the short version?
Holly: Bye."

(my edited version of Jenny Saville's painting)

Yet.

we live, we give and we die. why mourn?
you are not going to heaven; not above.
yet its wrong to think, link good porn?
they hurried to the buried, to lost love.

and yet we are supposed to be happy.
with the words from the rabbi sappy?
at every turn, we earn; learn to yearn.
yet, we're ought to listen to the stern?

we are, we are born to scorn.
to kill the symbol of the dove.
i want to be torn; i had sworn.
no mush, i want to push n shove.

i shouldve snatched your glove.
pluck and suck at every thorn;
warmth, down below and above.
'tis nothing worthy of any adorn.

to why the pregnant mother fights;
let go of the life living inside of her.
leave the light to bring the bright.
because we spur to stir that blur.

ins and outs; we will get about.
shoot death; sprout the drought.


;[signed]