You just missed out on the love of your life,
Like a mirror image, a young brunette,
On a bicycle ride,
On this dead end street so summer bright,
Why am I telling you?
Cuz this world ain't got nothing for me,
And I'll gladly give you my gift of sight,
Oh man-at-arms, directing cars,
So the men can dig up this dirt,
This street hasn't been paved since before my birth,
I have no where to go, and no where to be,
I'm sorry your zeal is not pointless, it just got nothing for me,
Let the road be smooth again like at the first,
So the children can ride and shout,
When their fathers return from work,
Thus too the migrant can have this house-- standing since 1906,
Cuz I stood alone against the sky,
Repairing this sky-high chimney brick,
Fill the rooms with kids, and squabbling,
Till the silence cannot fit,
Cuz this world ain't got nothing for me,
And these many rooms alone I sit,
You can have my seat for this parade,
In back I will stand,
For any ceremony or holiday,
Cuz we both really don't give a dam,
But if you care enough to fake smile,
Then you replace the distant man,
If you have a cause, about a far flung plight,
Then speak on, I will be silent,
As the clouds at chimney height,
And if you have poolside memories,
Or a loving embrace to recall,
By all means, hang them on my empty halls,
Cuz this world ain't got nothing for me,
But to repair this house so dam tall,
I don't even think a memory will flash,
If I slip and fall,
Let this exhile leave,
His lonely foreign hill,
so love and laughter no longer is a dream,
And twilight childless and still,
From sunset being a fatherless mystery,
Like these initials under the window sill.

It's true that being false,
With much beauty and no pollen at all,
Is a sting from the rose to the bee,
Making him court forever,
Until he lies down with the winter freeze,
But beauty is beauty, and is its own pollen,
The brunette still commands me,
Though all is withered and fallen,
If the Creator has deceived me,
With the sin of beauty,
Then His creation,
I love all the more truly,
I'll take him at his word,
And be snared like a hopping bird,
And when I hang by my foot,
Over blue chicory and purple asters on the ground,
Not even her snowy dress,
Could cut me down,
Surely beauty covers many sins,
That enthralls me to icey sleep,
Like the frozen Massachusett pond,
With pastel green sunfish beneath,
For I know he killed to cloth me,
For before a blizzard you see the dance of crows only,
And when the snowfall is too deep,
In the roads only the foxes jump and leap,
But if it be sin to stand in awe,
Then have her kiss me, so I thaw.

Instantly smitten,
With the new  bar-tendress,
Surprisingly appareled in comeliness.
He drags me here,
And buys the round,
When my sasquatch friend shows up in town.
" Women love you,
Take advantage before old age hits
" Before you get old like me,
And your just a creep that tips.
I dont know about that,
I have to hit the head,
Upon returning, try to start up a conversation,
And I dont know where it went,
She assumed a doting, kindergarten tone,
Asked me if I had a tinfoil hat,
Or if I had been probed,
Upon leaving, I asked him what the dang was that?
As he guns his convertible before the yellow light ends,
" I told her you were abducted by aliens."

It was already a lonely view,
She sleeps alone at the bottom of the hill,
Hearing the padded steps, until,
A pale light starts bleeding through.

Seven from chicks, the first I've owned,
The coop I built,
Which  gives me guilt–
A raccoon breaks into their happy home.

The next one vanished in my sight,
While I was on the ladder's rung,
From the bush the fox had sprung,
Caught by the neck, in a helpless fight.

The Americana was killed by a Cooper's Hawk,
My neighbor killed the Plymouth Rock,
The Eastern Egger by a French bulldog off the leash,
The Deleware by disease.

I know she only sleeps in spells in that lonely roost,
Intensely dark,
I know it well,
And when the pale light comes bleeding through–
She will forget and think its beautiful.