Colorado

on the road to nowhere fast

holy rock and stone flies pass

speeding sky dawn’s overcast

where mountain gulch

stream onward fast—we drive

on happy high of summers past

skull and crossbones

At the end of the race

make em say:

to hell with these eyes they’ve seen too much

this tongue is all rotten with tasteless buds

what ears are these they’ve heard enough

and liver? What gall you, it’s all washed up!

His sole’s so worn, all callus and rough

even nail beds torn up from climbing so much

lips like a canyon, dried, cracked and his blood

it’s cheaper than whiskey, diluted with love!

To hell with his soul, heaven’s full and what?

His brain, are you mad? It’s pondered enough.

What use is this flesh, it’s ancient as stone

he’s breathed his last breath, he’s skull and crossbones!

the woe that binds

It’s a shame

how much more

I need all of them

the one’s I have loved

when I break they bend

made not of wood

or stone just amends

a man on his knees

who now understands

the difference between

women and men

is the woe that binds

two hearts like a thread.