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Barely Born

Month-old Barbara saw Aquavelvet down the drain can’t stand to smell it Ain’t never been to Portugal, never been to Spain, well I can tell it Barely born at 63 California just a dream Last time we talked you were mapping out your ride across the plain B...

Electric Spire

Roots raise the concrete under my boots under my feet Hell holds the sidewalk together with leaves together with chalk Will wakes the weak ones until there are none until there is none Call, call me Rosebud before the noise before the flood Now all misund...

New T-Shirt

Among old tires and bold golden rods Whistlin’ through the reeds I hear it Strong in the currents, stoic facade You’re in the fatigable spirits I can learn to respect your space As the river’s children learn to love and fear it But you can’t ask me to l...

No Vacancies

Ain’t no sleeping on the bus The rest of the crew they must be tired of us The driver’s face registers feigned disgust Keep your eyes on the asphalt Come on people pony up 500 miles, I’m going to fill my cup Snap left the laundry in Livonia Don’t look...

Posthumously

I remember more the dander-matted floors in the dreggy kitchenette And all of the pills and the Visa bills that you hoarded in the butler’s desk What could I have done for you as a friend I seldom served? Never was the one that you imagined deserved Secrets...

Rekindle

Most can’t compete with the frost One may survive but the rest are lost Back to the soil they retreat like moss April’s silent pearly bells Pedal hard against the breeze Lazy wind expects to part the leaves Against the stubborn pavement some still seized Unde...

So Long Before Her Grave

They ain’t raised the rent since a democrat was president Last time they freed the roof from soggy leaves Bells line the sills, customer, our current resident Rainwater shooting from the eaves No one cut the lawn since the uncles and the kids are gone Flew in...

You Ain't on Your Way to Hell

Lay the brush in the glovebox and drive There’s a hush on the highway for days of nights If you think you’re wrong just try If you feel forlorn just cry One last rose fixed to ribs with thread Sears the snow with a single point of red It’s your emblem etched...