West
It was the dust-clouded, sunset-orange...
Between us mars and venus
and the virtue of wanting more...
First, I was a can of soda,
bubbly and sweet...
I have been searching,
striving...
What Happened in Gloucester
First, I see the gulls...
There is something I cannot mistake in
the sentimental shimmer of four walls...
I lied to you
with vanilla scented candles...
"Bide by the Moon,
follow Her glow..."...
Okay, have you ever seen a blank page?
The type that doesn't even have lines...
His words were poetry.
Every ebb and flow...
I have walked your graveyards
with you, stepped over the bones...
Back down South, where you grew up on Bible
and cattle ranching was where we were at our best...