For Danielle

Created: January 26th 2005 Dedication: Danielle

On a vast blue night
Under a cool white moon
There were three of them
And they played games of
     Heartache

 

 

And below a name from a movie
There roosted several chickens
Of unknown mockery and divine proportions
Like a baby crying gently against wet
              Rags

 

There is a child born
                            Unlike
All the mysterious humor,
A sort of unforgiving laugh
That the undead stare upon

 

But when the four corners of lust gather
There is an arc of lonely tree dwelling
               Indians
Where nature ordained silence and
Symmetry of naked berries

 

After a long and absurd silence
Lumberg would declare that
Sunday’s are forbidden unless
The blonde feathers should dance

 

Long fights at wooden fences
Where should be supermarkets
The trees tell a story
She doesn’t believe you, dig?

 

Let it go

 

Capture a scent of tomorrow
With her beautiful perfume
No more than longing for yesterday
When beauty mattered most anyways

 

They were drunk
     From a big party
They awoke to pounding heads
They'll never ever be happy