Boris

"In the shadow of the cross" he said "We passed too much of our time You were my very favorite newlywed Chelsea we were swingers once and maybe divine" In the casket all he looked was dead His thin, dark suit seemed to strain in the light At the bottom of my bottle, all that's left is dregs Margaret, you're almost always on my mind Why did I ever want to leave? Why did I ever want to leave my friend Why did I ever want to leave? I hope to see you in New Jersey again. She irrigated Ears in Ensenada Where Viagra wore capes While she donned Prada On billboards above billiard halls Worship was worthless compared to Being wanted If an icon is insufficient Maybe she can toast the town again I could glimpse her at a distance But when she slipped beneath the waves I swear she grinned