I loved your
evening in the
Dark Horse Bar
bikers knocked my
woke up staring at the
river with no religion,
belief in the
the wind speaks,
paupers cut crosses from willow.
moss grows over my
a young man, I dug fence holes
your lights in the distance.
never earned my fortune back,
fields grew to weeds.
loved you for no good reason, Jackson,
when your fire left
wide in my house
ivy began to crawl down the stone.
I made love to your daughter,
I realized when I woke had a sun tattooed on her back.
I still lay in the darkness, holding her.
Lived on cigarettes and bluegrass,
left the window open in the morning,
to children singing in the yard.
angel had hair as
black as hers.
bruises have turned to dust.
the end, we will balance like crows on phone
died that next morning, asleep in the snow.
finally gave up where long years ago,
father watched moths fly into the sun.
did not hurt much if anything.
light all fell out at once.
felt so empty here. I lived among the dust.
thunder hated the
could never catch
time, the wind was further ahead.