Tourist Season You are a tourist. You come to rumble your wheels aro Kissing my skin so excitedly. New country, new land New just about everything and you’ 3
Next Year I’m still learning the secret to m With the suburban, slumbering sun And flowers locked in a jar, Not quite sure how to grow anymore Strict outlets char my stumbling f
And the Earth And the Earth - Always, the smell of the Earth ha He always woke lost to the scent o Soaking soil with the dust after r A night companion that knew nothin 1 3
Lupa The moon is racing me - She leaves white, slender paw prin On dark, sleek train tracks In her wake. She gorges the 3 1
I am We are a strange tune - Two notes that know nothing of the But know a little something about The dance they are dancing. I am a tall glass of bourbon 3 2
Dawn The stars out the window are still Mischief about the night before. Somewhere on the horizon, Evening is fermenting into morning And it is calling me for a drink.
Free I see myself in the poppy seeds an In the dying grass, In the crisp, singing breeze; Under the breadth of sky, Atop the breast of the sea; 2 5
Time The past lies beneath me, a browni Tickling through my skirt, Picking which nerves should be pok Asking for resurrections I can ne The present comes to me in an eage 3 3
Yikes! I can see the scatter wrenching it And skittering on the ice banks Like a giraffe on ice skates Running amok before me, And oh God! something else is tum 1
Liberation I want break free from Night’s overdue song. I want to rip my teeth into Dawn’s ripe, royal flesh - The one that is salted 3 4
Chasing Lightning One hour ago and My hours with you are spent tiptoe With the lightning showering down And the wind whistling around me w Two hours now and 2