I've got a friend trying to keep the birds from falling but he doesn't
call that much anymore but that's ok I've got ten o'clock sundays and
melrose saturdays and midnight rides to no man's land bay and a place
two years ago that will never happen again so it's better that way

Bawl About It

Shake this.

Shake the songs from her
when she's cycling off
and taking turns off
in front of me.

And kiss the breeze for me
so long as the earth's
still always shaking for me
for the first time.

And eyes like
ours these days
were meant for the morning.
They don't burn
quite so hard
in the morning.

They work better
no glasses
up close
in the morning.

And just then
if it rained
I might even say
there's a god out there
somewhere.

Let's Rinse Off the Patio for Tonight

When you get a minute
tell me about beginnings
and where it's coming from
and your process of staying...

In a smaller place,
we rode slowly today
and stretched it out.

I gave a card that said
go where I can follow
and allow me to sleep
the early morning away
after you leave.

What Do You know

About babies falling down.
What do you know about reading.
And the hardest thing about
an early morning might be
not sleeping because of dreaming.
Or not hugging.

Last season I dropped a ball
that now I know wasn't a ball
at all.
And muddled away dinners and
days and forgot how to say that.
It wasn't my fall to save.

The clearest thing
about hot springs
is a smile.
In my eyes it's a smile
because I'm not thinking
about what might happen next.

Stop knowing

and start asking.
Or maybe stop asking
so that days can go by.

We clean our kitchens
in separate kitchens now
and grab lunch with
her or her or him when
it feels right.

Wipe out the funds
wipe them out
and sweat them out
and field the call
saying when the fuck
you coming? Say I'll
be in the city in late
August and we can ride
together then.. Until then.

Sailing Song Two

I guess I'm good at living
but no good at knowing
when you'll be in town
or at satisfying hugs
from last year and the one before.

When it comes together for us
now we'll be knee fucking deep
in a patch of slow-movers
and my chest'll be bleeding
flesh and blood and flesh and
blood needing flesh and blood
all over the place, dotted
with Mom's flowers from this season.
That's how the last two got started.

In the summer they've been rampaging
in a quiet way; they mostly stick
to their guns and stick home
and spend Saturdays with mason
jars affixed to the dash and
sun searing cigarettes away.
I'm in love with them
just like that, so don't move away
from the sea of wood and deer and
old cars and rifles out there.

Doing Right

Had a dream last night
about losing a front tooth
and things just falling
into place.

Maybe it was really about
the movie with darkness
and motorcycles, which could
really be a few movies or more,
or maybe it was about sailing.

Four nights ago
I was stepping bounds
and stopped to help
write a song (take a
sip of wine) and even
took a sip and it
reminded me of the night
seven nights ago:
at home, damn we sang
fuckin damn.
Then two nights ago...
Fuckin hell
we say. It's what I've been saying.

Just don't call me the dog.

give me ten minutes

to think about pumpkins

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I can't remember who I was
when I said I'm your man.