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After the Solstice, 1976

do you ever wonder where you’ll end up
what for is this empty hotel room
where you lie on the floor
& i see where you’ve gone to
so complicated
like a man teaching children
if you think you can

did you ever think you would end up
being adored by the ghosts of your children
with your bones on the floor
& your heart in a glass case
more complicated
than a monstrous affection that surprised you

& you sneak on by past the oceanside
with your skin on a hanger in the dark
& you freeze & you cry & you whisper in the night
to remember your life before you grew old

remember those weekends
remember those weekends
remember those weekends
& listen to the snow fall

Somebody Loves You

all along, this day was lost
our memories being tricky
like coyotes in the darkness
but everything’s fine

whiter than the earliest frost
a knot in the back of time
forbidding in its starkness
but everything’s fine

coloring in the clouds, why not
the aches & tears of confusion
a noon that turns to darkness
but everything’s fine

until we see, this day is lost
all mysteries going unsolved
asleep but blazing starkness
but everything
is just so great

Unlucky Rabbit

river rushing over me
painted charcoal & coral
can’t pick the words up
arctic fresher describe
in powdered notebooks close collide
in view of it all
in obtuse carnival smash
in cauliflower dusted rose
in scratches on arms
in rushing red river
in sleep disguised as calm
in every cluttered heart
in the middle of the cellar

i fell over…

river rushing over me
don’t leave a voicemail
can’t pick the words up
just hold my hand

Six Weeks in a Significant Town

too forward forgetful release
how so returning
a tomorrow made of wood
how so returning
drinking lunatic wine

they speak so softly
telling tall tales
hint of rosemary & sage

kissing the gargoyle closer
how so distressing
panic of tears in the shelter
how so distressing
a tomorrow made of steel

they cry so quickly
singing sad songs
hint of cinnamon & sleep

Follow Me

do you want to go along with me?
wet me down & make me clay
it’s better than it was today
all planetary & lost for the woods

before we leave this burrow
we can brace ourselves with lost nights
kissed by glittering candlelight
when we shift & turn to sand

your head a mug of seasonal spice
wind cut crossward into grey
it’s better than it was today
tighter breaths & a cloud of song

i’m writing a book about this
the roots of roses pushing through clay
when we shift & turn to sand
do you want to go along with me?