red sea

I poked you

but you stayed dead

like sleepy heads

through alarm clock rings

and the rings around

my fingers said

Cuz, I'm always

gonna be here

a hate note

ripped to shreds

because

I can't

morally hate you

More over

I can

amorally love you

from the waking

to the quaking

of RPM's and

the final vows

of bone flesh

to concrete wed

where the wake

cast the casket

as the marriage bed

to the grave

where it was

consummated 

And the masses

of holy

blood tears

were bled and

spread

like the red sea

except there's

no miracle

in our parting.

It's only

a cruel goodbye.