dislocation

well, i'm broke and alone

my rickety bridge rotting into the river

i'm a storm in the distance

nothing more than light drizzle against your windshield

on the drive west, wander like a spring song

breathless in the live air

while your kiss dries out on my lips

i fumble for the right words, with the

coins in my pocket, theologies and temperments

i lounge in a vague recliner

with a cold beer and a hockey game

scattered penmanship that roams untamed

but never stops in front of you

presents itself and pleads its case

explains itself coherently

i'm never understandable and

you've still got my Pixies "Surfer Rosa" CD