Alaska
spruce for the
tops, hard
maple for the
backs, the
ribs
from Belgium
or Germany
the neck
maple too
for the finger-
boards ebony
and the
keys, tailpieces
or a native
maple could
be used
it may sound
nicer
AFTER HEARING
THE
NEWS I START FALLING
grey sand,
a palm
cold fingers I
fold into
myself
like
a brain
the swollen river
sinks in, roots
that twist
no where
BLUE
moving thru a
thick blue
go and that
fog comes
into me
my one
lover
DECEMBER
night in
my blood,
brown berries
I should make
myself a
man of snow
these holidays
seem like
someone else's
RAIN
digs into the
crotch of
trees the
house a
cold boat
My baby gone
pasted to a
hill in
Colorad I
said I
didn't
need him,
a lie I
only use
it and the
rain the way it
beats a
code to get here,
to say oh
please love
hurry
WOOD WITHOUT
YOU
played me like you
played those strings
but they broke so
often they had to
keep being changed.
I shook, just your
thigh under the
table and wanted
to steal that warm
Now I'm numb as
wood without
your fingers
have these
wanting blues,
(came from
dreams of men
with your
guitar, mustache
MORE REASONS
NOT TO
a sudden change
of climate
please don't
go the blue
air's full of
poisoned wings
wind's blown
bees into your
old love's
hair
whatever you
do there
you'll get stung
EVERY DAY THE
house tears
more. Where
did your
hands go
doors twist
away, every
day's blue
Monday, the
birds are
made of ice
DON'T GO
an iceberg's
covered your
whole state
eucalyptus
went away
the snow
settled in your
old girl's
blood and
fingers
she never really
cared
anyway
PLEASE LET ME BE
your lady
this torn
house, the
weeds, love we
could just
watch the lake
in one corner
listen to
leaves, to
what the
shutters say
nights
IN THE
MORNING
I can sleep late
but I want to reach
over touch your eyes
Some just a little
blood on the top
sheet I guess they'll
suppose a huge
mosquito, or a
small suicide
We laugh in the
wetpines,
everything curling
WHAT'S
we go to sleep,
we just don't want to
know. Lying
here in the dark I
think of the possibilities.
If you don't put the
lights on suddenly
we'll never see
what's crawling near us
PIECES OF YOU
are still
caught in my
nights. I
imagine your
hair, wake
up and I can
almost taste
it like the
blue smoke
you were
Your beads
don't cool
my hands. If
I sleep I
dream I'm
that half of
a geod left
wondering
where what
was whole
went
GLIMMER GLASS
LAKE
the trees a
flaming
orange
I lie with my
legs twisting
your back
thinking
this
is me
yellow flowers.
The trees
come after us
