5-15 The Last Poem (For Good- Reprise)

some people say,

yes?, Mr. Snow,

some people say,
he sings leaning over my shoulder,
while my fingers,
are lightly playing the keys,
people come into our lives,

for a reason,
I echo back,
flirting,
only this time,
Mr. Snow puts his hand on my shoulder,
when he has never put his hand on my shoulder,

for a reason, he echoes back to me,
I get up to walk away,
but he whispers to my heart,
singing,
I do believe,

yes?, Mr. Snow,
I do believe,
I reply,
because I knew you,

because I...

who can say?
the piano replies,
when one voice becomes two,
who can say?

Mr. Snow?, I ask.

Yes?

I still believe,
in fairy-tales.

Perhaps, he replies,
for good. 

5-14 In The Final Hour, Mr. Adorable Calls

you're,
from another novel,
another life,
another time,
some other sparrow,
I already cupped,
in the heart of my palm,
counted the breaths between,
and let go,
yes, you are that,
sparrow,
and yet,
when the night ends,
a year and half down the road,
when I feel so incredibly alone,
asleep in the opiate sheets,
of the city of roses,
you are the lullaby,
I hear, singing,
the call,
to fly me,
as if to your arms,
counting the breaths between,
here, and,
home

05-13 Petunia's: The Verse In Which Mr. Behr Says Goodbye.

at the end of our eighth month,
conversation,
Mr. Behr,
they put our table away,
the one,
where I, We sat,
watching the lavender fly between us,
alder and pearl in the sky,
when first we were young to each other,
I would sigh,
when first we were young,
and for each other,
I, We put your hand in mine,
at alder and pearl in the sky,
as I did today,
only this time,
I did not say yes,
I did not say no,
this time,
I did not look away in shame,
to watch the gold turned leaf,
fall, between us,
lavender turned blue,
turned gray, falling,
wanting to stay,
but knowing to leave,
wanting to love you,
but knowing how to leave,
wanting to love,
but not knowing how,
I, from you, fall,
looked away in shame,
at alder and pearl,
when the sky,
between us turned gray with rain,
but this time,
when I looked at you,
I did not say no,
I did not say yes,
I did not say,
when I, We put your hand in mine,
and saw, between us,
spring become summer,
the winter of our rain,
forgiven,
between us, in the sky,
gray turned blue turned
spring in your eyes become,
the amber of summer,
as you, I once more,
put your heart in a glass sculpted palm,
with melted cream and cookie,
calm, while I looked at you,
knowing I would leave,
knowing I would love,
knowing,
I loved you,
knowing,
when you look at me,
you loved me,
you love me,
at alder and pearl,
in the sky turned amber,
when they put our table away,
we, I with you, Mr. Behr,
walked, hand in heart in mine,
away.

5-12 Where Is The F'ing Cheese?

the queen of bedlam,
has smashed my fingers,
between the steering wheel,
of Broadway and Johnston street,
where I am stuck,
in her dry, daisy-plucked lover,
she muses to me, innocently,
I wish it were raining,
but her musings,
are horns,
and flashing lights,
turns signals,
and white cars,
I hate white cars,
and a dredded biker,
happily oblivious to his lollipop ways,
who takes my turn at
every stop sign,
if I didn't live here,
I'd flip him off,
and steal his lollipop,
but the queen is watching,
so I sit, and patiently,
play the pet,
while she rubs my fur the wrong way,
down Lovejoy,
my tail swishing under my ass,
ignoring,
the taxi driver who blows me a fat one,
wondering,
where the f' is the cheese?
she laughs,
parking my time clock of a car,
and leaves me,
blindfolded and gagged,
to wait for her babe, the Minotaur.

5-11 Away, Away, Away

in the confessional of my tent,
I pray the morning to me,
away, away, away,
I pray,
the screaming cattle drive outside,
to me,
away, away, away,
I pray to find the strength,
to lift my head,
and pray,
the night in spurts,
away, away, away,
in the confessional of my tent,
I attempt to fold my hands,
and pray,
but I can't,
because my mind,
has swiveled,
away, away, away.

5-10 Around The Bonfire

there will always be you,
there will always be me,
inside the circle,
outside the circle,
because we,
like you,
like me,
live,
inside the circle,
outside the circle,
where I will always be,
with you,
and you,
will always be,
with me,
and you,

but we never hold hands,
we never hold hands,
we never hold,
inside the circle,
outside the circle,
because we,
like you,
like me,
love,
outside the circle,
inside the circle,
where we never hold hands,
we never holds hands,
never hold,
with you,
with me,
because,
we

will always be,
inside the circle,
outside the circle,
we.

5-9 Husband To Be

what would it be like to be,
married to you,
I often, wonder,
which of us, would be,
the cuter of the two,
or would the pair,
be the affair to declare,
with our wit and our charm,
and your charm and my wit,
with your wit, and my charm,
arm in arm,
two delectable pearls,
two earls, two coy sexy girls,
two in the just right, quite,
queens of the prim of the curls and the trim,
in roses, and poses,
(I've got cute toes-es),
we'd be the creme de la sip,
in the miss of sippippi
the ha and how clever,
in the ha! -oh -my!-thorne,
I would never?
we'd be the oops and the ahh,
of the oh! in the choir,
we'll raise 'em up,
bubble butts higher,
and higher,
and higher,
but let's not get carried away,
after all, it's an umbrella day,
(totes)
but how could we not,
there's so much to say,
when you flirt and I flounce,
and you bounce and I pounce,
and you trounce, and we

well,
um,

sigh, to be married for a day...
what do you say?

husband to be,
one day will you marry me?