When He's 64...

Happy birthday to my Jim...




They said you were a loser
Not while I still fight

They said you weren't worth it
Not while I still honor

They said you were unwanted
Not while I still yearn

They said that you were silenced
Not while I still speak

They said that you were hated
Not while I still love

They said that you were dead
Not while I still live

—me, for him


In a cold chamber
in a cold stone house
in a cold city
on a winter afternoon
A young Empress
is seated in a high-back'd chair
w/roses in her lap

—him, for me