Message me on your phone
As the long lines of the road
Are fading swiftly
Bleeding into the dirt
We give all our hurt to the harbor
Love is a fatherless child
Blinded by his pride
So now you make due
Without anything new to distract you
We must learn to grieve what we have lost
If we are to be anything more
Than just a couple of caustic teenagers
With sylvan features
Barely treading water
With heavy stones in our backpacks
Talking to lions on the playa
Dancing with these wildfires
In Peru, pumas with plumas
Awaken your inner lover
Who masquerades as the devil
While dancing disheveled
In your living room
We are heavily armored
Farming our arugula in tropical soil
Child rearing is a solid vocation
And can you really say to me
That your life is just one
Exasperated aspiration after another