but the end of it.
sandwiches are good.
songs are better.
coffee walks.
and sometimes it hurts, so to speak.
in your rearviewmirror heat.
slide guitars inside dive bars.
coupled with midnight mornings.
no photographs. please.
draw the proof in ink.
that I was here.
or cutpaper art.
from the front of forever.
to the towns that are new.
feel out the windows.
add up the cellphones and the woes.
tear the rain out of your flavor.
sit at a table of sentences.
zip up your zipper.
we'll be fables and further outcomes.
properly move past poems.
within a night or two.
sweat through the pages and the sheets.
I want to live in a novel.
the night is young.
but the bridge is sung.
the morning is sewn into the sky.
be the only one who will ever really know.
something is so right when ya' think it.
you will always shake the earth.