Rolling cables slick with beer To hang up on the broken stands The houselights lit our injuries For crowds with plastic cups that clapped Beneath our
I changed the oils and oiled the squeaks, Patched the holes and fluid leaks, Left dusk beneath a diabetic moon And way to take the TV crews across the
My confusion corner commuters are cursing the cold away As December tries to dissemble the length of their working day And they bite their mitts off
He looked more like our fathers Not a goalie, player, athlete period Smoke, half-ash, stuck in that permanent smirk. Tugging jersey around the beer
Oh, all the words I should not know those doctors wrote on me Swell up and from their syllable won't let me get to sleep. The sun will start later, clock
In the stick count for the song with knowing you're gone Glancing up at where you lived when you lived here I see you suddenly alive and nearly smiling
Find the airport, 7 a.m. My heart pumping pure mini-bar Sit on the concrete by the carts And some girl throws a dime in my lap You won't be laughing
Now that the furniture's returning to its goodwill home With dishes and last week's paper Rumors and elections, Crosswords, our unending wars The black
It had something to do with the rain leeching loamy dirt And the way the back lane came alive, half moon whispered "go" For a while, I heard you missing
Now the lounge is full of farmers for the 7:30 draw Teammates all left before they had to buy a round When they pull the 50/50 and I've lost again, I
Got this feeling That today doesn't like me Or the air tastes like Flowers and paint There's a sink full Of bottles and cutlery And the car Has got a
