The love of your life is out there
And probably overdosed on ******* ******

This is the last song
Taped up bodies and muted cars
This will be the last one
If I can swing the stick
I can’t be wrong

Hold me just a little tight
I need the takeout
The lawn is overdue,
earning sweeping bare feet
Fending off rain on neon nights

I’m looking for a pickup
One that can transcribe,
Vibrations uncanny
Senseless in my mind
I’m only a little open
And it’s my last song tonight

Take off the roof and pass me the moon
Let’s drive in the dark too far
I haven’t been moved in so long
But I feel it’s making up for lost time
Treat me and need me
Tonight’s song can wait for soon

A morning so bright it’s white at the edges
holds his head in aches washes away at the walls of the trenches
Just a boy in a cobbler shop playing to his muse
Sewing men’s threads and pulling at rubber souls
Feeling a needle is not as sharp as it is dull
A metallic rust foamed in his workman’s sink
A trinket lay silently where only he could think to keep


An afternoon so gloomy it’s ripe like sweet trifles
A cold front sleeping across humid drowsy  tendrils
The treetops are trotted but not yet bare
The wind does not carry as much as it cares
A fermented love song torn in its callous drinks
The dream of the summer will fade in a week

A night so porous the skin yearns to breathe
The daily flick to an ashtray pins the beat of the city on a wreath
The street posts dare not glutton on as guidelines
The echoes don’t comfort as far as they try to hide
A pleasure in silent transfiguration of the dusk
A stalk so golden yet burdened to rot at the husk

What’s new with you?
Would you like to see my reel?
I’ve spent so much time waiving
I can’t touch a hand
The fruit of my labor
Isn’t Warhol made
The doors been shut dear
Forever night for five years

I haven’t transcended
And met with unfamiliar scorn
Im not a critter
No page of Kafka has been torn
I bring my audience furniture of leisure
Though I’m caged with key in hand
It is rusted, but at least I am well fed

There’s no fields of juniper
To hold you by the hand
I never got past the hotel party
Can’tcha understand
A rip in my sneakers
A ratchet to the land

Please don’t linger
Just stay a little longer
No reference in the stanza
Just a drowsy man
I won’t feed on you
I’m a vampire in yesterday
I want to speak to you in earnest
But not long enough to know what to say

The last knock at my door
Laid out a soft rapt
It was everyone I knew
Rang up to find out
Did my fingers sprawl
How do I know my legs grew

All the cars in my town
Flee yellow and blue
Filled to the brim
Pulling the street wide out
How did all distance set in
Do I know my stride is at whim

A cliff side is calling
I hope that I don’t fall in
The vines lay all tied back
I’ve ate all my egg yolks
I fold in my linen

I’m young and I’m weary
I’ve been younger too
Something is gone here
I peaked years ago,
and no one knew