CAVED SILHOUETTES
With tired feet we run
while the woods
peel back
on their own
past the boarded homes
we played in
past crusty folds
we slept in
past the herb-riddled gardens
we fed from
and the laundry machines
we checked for quarters
as we reach to clutch
and hold
and breathe with mixed intent
reaching for our hands
unclasped
unwilling
undaunted by the tide
rolling over these woods
now salted and swept
clean of silhouettes
traveling beneath these
caved walls
and rooted memories
we look down
at the smiling
corpses
caught in the thickets
of our dreams,
content to mingle
and haunt
and moan.
FOREVER MORE
boil me up a pot of spuds
free the chicks from the pen
lay low the shovels and axes
and get to pickin'
the yard full of sticks
it's still cold outside
the wind has not forgotten
as the wagon rolls towards
Fandango
and the birds cry out
for seedlings
set Paddy up with a fresh round
of whisky
open the windows
throw open the doors
the air in here is sucking
at the stillness in our hearts
come around Sister Mary
let the other nuns pray
some more
bless me with forgiveness
my bride can't take no more
roll me slow, roll me out
out of this barren cloud of muck
bring along the boys
and their wicker baskets
beat them till their sore
lets your wrists feel for the springtime
nestled 'neath the falling sky
let the snow melt 'cross our faces
as we sing a song
forever more
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