low burn
dead-butt-smolder
been without ideas for months
all those dreams spent
so
easily
‘n now i’m dreamless
endless
used to be,
used to be my dreams worth a dime at least
then came that crash in the sleep-exchange,
‘n we’ve been sittin’ on pennies now for years
not like anyone could have seen
we’d be dreamless
endless
broke
so
very
soon.
hear it rains them up in the mountains there
where the thunderclouds still mumble
lightning strikes almost like starlight,
‘n it ain’t the same,
ain’t the same at all,
but I ain’t slept in years
ain’t dreamed in decades.
Damned-dead-eyed-bear.
Climb with me intemperatetouch
we’ll taste thought
in every drop of rain.
