From Here to Damnation

Taking the train through a valley

Spilling over with wildflowers 

On veins, on the tracks and crying 

Out in humming silence for 

The garden wind to take me home.

If there is Love out there

Sitting in the warm shadow of 

Summer oak trees and eating

Strawberries from the field

I wonder if I will ever find it.

Insanity sprinkled in the cracks of

My skin like dew on the morning’s

Solemn little onion blooms

So, so wild and so full of unrest

That they sting when we pick them.

Looking through the smog for the

Quiet, incandescent glow from

The space stations growing daffodils

Where astronauts are having coffee 

With the sound of Jupiter in retrograde.

Another day without rain and

The scent of fresh pine makes me ache

Like nothing has, since the midnight

I walked into a diner and ordered  

A black coffee and drank it for you.