I cannot write
I cannot find
behind the creases
of my mind
the words to fill
another line,
those words wait
out of sight
for now I
cannot write.

her eyes like twin pistols
just kept blowin me away

she laid her eyes on me like twin regrets
her face was full of the dark hours
full of graveyards of her truths once held so high
now she stumbles in the hasty shadows of
storms riding the coastal highway
in the company of men who had
seen brighter days of their own
they break off a piece of stale bread and pass on the difference
all with an eye to the gathering rain
all with an eye to the long road
i stood near to her
and we spoke a few words before fate could drag her off
her words were plain
but behind you could see the rich tapestry
of what could have been
a life wrenched from its true line
to follow the coastal highway
to follow the setting sun
they break stale bread and pass the difference on