But hints of fish did keep me there.
I felt their passing left and right,
‘lusive loves in starfish night.
But hints of fish did keep me there.
I felt their passing left and right,
‘lusive loves in starfish night.
If you don’t know,
don’t look him up.
And if you do know,
don’t presume you do,
but swing to see him
searching there
that modern desert modern air
for eyes to shine
however small
and drinks to drink
swords and all
In Texas –
a crunch of many
under the wheels.
Of gasoline and desert powder.
Rags of leather
through which
the blood flows
docking ghosts to tread
a million distant dreams
In a field of cement
but the train,
who loved where it lied,
was heaven-sent
to see as he went
his wheels of steel turned to rubber
You are, yes, you are!