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.

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

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

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


1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Your writing sounds sad. Hope you're not.