And so you go to your fate
Somewhere in the woods - not even a forest, not even a house
In years you might return
No one knowing you anymore
No one ever knew you
Shuffling over to the 7/11
A big moon comes up
And you look paler than usual
The boy has nightmares tonight
I'm not a good dad
Am I passing on the worst of me?
The part that wasn't good at sports
The part that lost
This is what life demands of you:
But still beyond your capacity.
These are vines
These clocks and schedules
Problems and decisions
They entwine us
Hold us apart
Some climb down your throat
Like a body snatcher
Compelling you to say those things
And maybe they're in my ears
Repeating those words
And are they in my heart?
And are mercy and forgiveness choking?
200 times tired
With summer running up and spring away fast
My two hands work 100 times each but know songs come
Rain drips down as planets fail to collide
Moss and lichen sprout across from us
A no man or woman's land
As flowers are plucked from soldiers' graves.
What does it take?
A broken wing?
Down and out and drinking problems?
Too few phone calls?
Ready? Hear the silence?
Do you feel a warm hand or nothing?
And can it last?
And should it?
The sky is blue in its blackness
Firm as fresh fish
A girl much like Eva Braun stretches towards the moon
As flatcars trundle by on the tracks
Why not run away right then and there
To a concrete octagonal house
Stuccoed white in good repair
Books on the shelves with intriguing titles
And later the two share a meal, taking turns serving each other
Quietly such that the clock two rooms away seems loud
Echoing in the hall
Like amorati, but then
nooseless and tired he ends the day to begin it again tomorrow
Jet away to a slim dirty blonde girl
With a low, halting voice and dark blue eyes
I climb on the fence, look out over grass
Cloud shadows roll across
The sun dips and it gets colder
Night and crystal clear
The thoughts of the watchman
Asleep and parapet-less
The pacing of the guard
In his head
Halberd at the ready
To fence out the circus
Fence out the zoo
With angels snoozing above
Angels twisting the blankets
Angels having the watchman's nightmare
Of lonely dinner
Empty photo frames
The curtains that came with the place
A small doll
Finds me under a chair
We are both unwanted in the way we are unwanted
In the way
But that was years ago
Behind the mountains
And towns have since sprung up