My Sister, My Spouse

My sister, my spouse

Are you comfortable with these words?

To me, they still seem to jingle

Like the pair of a bad man’s spurs

My sister, my spouse

You’re burning at both ends

I said, “Is there a fire on the mountain?”

You replied, “Well, that all depends”

You know, our parents’ heroes

Are all movie actors

Necks tilted up to the angel of light

I can admit to the same allure

They say movies deal with archetypes

You know, I’ll try on any mask

Brother, son, husband

A separate face for separate tasks

Death-card, Scorpio, little devil

Villain is obviously most fun

Singer, poet, public man

Well, easier said than done

Do-nothing, roop-scoop, mooch

Hell, I can take it

Loyal friend and confidant

Honey, I could never fake it

“My sister, my spouse”

Rules of engagement!

We’ve been working so hard

We need a change, I can take a hint

Write down on these tears of newspaper

Words you would like to see disappear

Let ash fly above the rusty stovetop

I’m going to start with the word “sincere”

My sister, my spouse