I was Thinking, or Not

  From the Dead I surround myself in death To feel like I’m still living Though it is but one breath That divides the living From the dead

Bloody Margarita They all beg for mercy I give them no quarter As pretty as they may be They hold no interest to me A moments entertainment Nothing more, nothing less Just a passing phase A brief interlude they say Silence is all that I ask Kept them quiet in a box They never seem to stay All of them must go away Vodka mixed with the blood A bloody Mary or was it Tim Too soon they all coagulate There is not enough in one JD