For a long time
I've been dreaming
of being the younger me
my heart leaning
into those dangerous places
like the wheels on a road grader
Nights to remember
seeing big lips in the moon
blowing its black and bad sax
Dreams of night sweats
and my lost loves
dancing in the fields
where the moon, a white cow
goes to chew her cudd
Dreams deep in other cities
and towns where photographs
all signed love are slipping
out of the frames of many mirrors
Dreams of an old soured pillow
waiting for its case to be called
shanghaied by the cold sea
a long ways from the mountains
where I once found young love
Dreams of a storm coming
still many miles away
hearing the wind in the trees
The thunder wakes me
like a backfire on a moonshine
run with two trembling fingers
finding me riding shotgun.
Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 6:50 PM UTC
For a long time
I've been dreaming
of being the younger me
my heart leaning
into those dangerous places
like the wheels on a road grader
Nights to remember
seeing big lips in the moon
blowing its black and bad sax
Dreams of night sweats
and my lost loves
dancing in the fields
where the moon, a white cow
goes to chew her cudd
Dreams deep in other cities
and towns where photographs
all signed love are slipping
out of the frames of many mirrors
Dreams of an old soured pillow
waiting for its case to be called
shanghaied by the cold sea
a long ways from the mountains
where I once found young love
Dreams of a storm coming
still many miles away
hearing the wind in the trees
The thunder wakes me
like a backfire on a moonshine
run with two trembling fingers
finding me riding shotgun.
