[I) July 10th, 1993]

Jane's clenched legs writhe Soot dress dance flannel
sheets Inane lush that can't decide, but I'm snared
here I wake flustered in her bedroom that I can't
escape I weep here's something that can never change

This marriage is make believe Cook slop meal; and
sew t-shirt; and wash my plate; and make bunk bed I
never asked these things, because Jane's now dead
Jane's found dead, long dead Left me to this lonely bed
Hoard of locust mad

[II) September 17th, 1995]

Jane floats down the aisle Voluptuous cream
wedding dress Family and friends tight smiles Razor
near "I do," and I promise on the bottle lover's grave
She sighs, "our timeless loyalty is branded change"

This marriage is make believe Mow front lawn; and
wash sports car; and cut slab wood; and pain garage;
but we're not a sexist pair Because Jane's now dead
Because Jane's been dead Because Jane's found dead,
long dead Stranded to this frigid bed Pacific bottom
sad

I'll mourn her softly

[III) May 3rd, 2043]

A-frame by Winchester stream Trimmed hedge
with daisies Fields Stained plank ceder fence My
gramps' ponies She'll shit a brick I bet Our house to
raise a family She'll shit I bet We'll grow old
together Snail slow and ancient gray Racquetball on
tuesday morning Playing eucker Sipping tea; and
watch the sun die from our rocking chairs We'll gum
sweet oatmeal holding dishpan hands She'll shit a
brick I bet To watch our children married She'll shit
I bet To see us when we're ninety, sleeping in on church
sunday Playing our dated CD's that we bought in my
twenties

[IV) January 25th, 2051]

This marriage is make believe Now I'm crying on
her body as she passed away without me, and left me this
bitter old man; because Jane's now dead, because Jane's
been dead Because Jane's found dead My wife's now
dead My wife's found dead Jane's left dead