I was listening to the radio listening to a man talk so matter of factly about how they are shattering the shale
You have your violin you have your TV you go to it for what you don’t get from me
Light stay green for me I need to pass through I need your mercy like a body needs to be touched by another
The dream ends but its experience returns like fingers to a scar
They are playing football in the street in the dust of the alley in sweat leather faces no shoes
This one of my last days with the dogs this is one of my last days hanging over the wall
Unsteady like my love she wanted to sing trembling hands
The other cheek of the Earth is pock-marked with civilization too
