in the fade

  1. '36 Hudson in the garage
    All sorts of junk in the unattached spare room.
    Dishes in the kitchen sink
    New straw for the old broom.
    Friends who don’t have a clue
    Well meaning teachers
    But down in your arms, in your arms
    I am a wild creature.

    Floor two foot high with newspapers
    White carpet thick with cat hair
    Half eaten gallons of ice cream in the freezer
    Fresh fuel for the sodium flares
    I write down good reasons to freeze to death
    In my spiral-ring notebook
    But in the long tresses of your hair
    I am a babbling brook

    sometimes i am awake at 4am, listening to the mountain goats and feeling every word intensely.