the wind blew through me
when my soul became restless
on this corner,  we used to be
and now just my heart,  driftless

Paused for the light
But hadn’t noticed,  I shouldn’t
Wait for what will never be right
The dust on my shoes, and I couldn’t

The wind blew through me
Though my heart remained restless
At the cemetery gate we left the city
Passing back I left you driftless

Shifting bruises in unswept dust
Summer whispers to trees untouched
A wind-swept melody
runs through sun-baked weeds
Amber roots seep steadily
Staining the driftless sky

Go door to door sleeping on different floors
Friend to friend living on friendships till they end
I'm a chore waiting outside your door
I'll leave your heart bruised and sore
And then I'll wander once more

Doors open to me before I close them behind me
Live here till they don't see a friend when they look at me
Can't stand a driftless loser whose drowning in a sea of apathy
When you remember the past I hope that I'm an absentee
I was pushed away and you deserve better than me

We used to talk at the lunch table and laugh all day
I felt joy with you when all there was, was gray
At recess, we would sit and talk and laugh all day
I felt a connection with you and had so much to say
Now we sit on the couch and talk and cry all day

Life keeps getting colder and we keep getting older
You made something of yourself moved much bolder
Every weight and sad day you would shoulder
While I sat under a tree and laughed into october
Laughed away the day until my heart froze over

Mostly I smoke **** and don't do much of anything
Something I'm interested in? no there's not a thing
Maybe I could just die if a bee would choose to sting
Relax in flower fields, watching the bees in the spring
Death fluttering over buttercups while I eat a fairy ring

"Relax", "Slow down", "What's the big deal anyway"
You really just have so much you want to be and to say
But I don't have much I want to be and really whose to say
I'll get out of your way, your right I guess I just get in the way
And its okay if we never talk there's not much to say anyway

Goodbye.

The sorrowful —-

packed inside

the piercing thoughts

and incessant inner

droll


Paralyzed —-

in toxic breath

and black sounds

the streaming dark figures

that whirl, and howl

and blend


Driftless —-

in the burnt out sky

a churning red blaze,

peeling flesh from the bones

of the tombstone soldiers


Arsenic blood

in a deep altered state —-

too much

too little

too late


Faces in the shadows

with hints of home —-

let us find ourselves,

and bring

comfort lost

His roving mind
settled on the driftless
soul
Creating a timeless bliss.