Mixed and mastered Monday, September 30, 2013, Marshall, CA.
i look into another house -
the static increases in the picture.
i dream away mattresses and pink slips
i write with the fury of horses -
maybe mules - clasping at the leather
i champ and snort, defenseless.
the wheel turns in the diagram -
one of the fiery wheels from our chariot
lighten the load, so i can battle you!
from my vantage point, everything is celestial
i want to tune into a distant signal and see what they’re talkin’ about.
i raise up fiery sword -
you told me not to walk here; i trampled it
my fair young nation grows leaden, lurching seaward
i get on a light spindleboat -
we cast and rock on salt sea
the stars keel over and go under us,
we topple through the sky.
and if you see my brother,
won’t you carry him?
take him to the mouth of the babe that cries
take him to the banks of the sixty-sized.
take him, imperiled, but cradled, to the milky mile!
take him, embroidered, to stitch up his last gold braid
take him exhausted and spent, his ashes stomped out on the trail
he’d left part of himself back there; he’s finished, why don’t you just let him come on home?
spend his money and do an Iscariot to your bosom
take him - and wipe his character clean in our eyes!