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 badman’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, Publicman 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