Sunday, June 24, 2007

After The Cowboy Junkies

Walking after moonlight,
searching for you.
I can see Orion
crying on his pillow,
hear the harmonica, smell
the pine the
lavender, the thrush
ing-slide-guitar and
banter and nego-
ciations, flied lice
and why the fuck
it's just me
who feels like I do.
Nothing to hold on to.


He puts a ring on her finger
as a balance between
fear and trust.


My troubles started when love found me.
It's so hard to explain...
my loss is someone else's gain.


The reason there are sad faces in the mountains
is they know water will not soon return.

1 comment:

LE said...

Your writing sounds sad. Hope you're not.