She looked at him running down Smokey Bear Canyon
‘it’s only the asphalt that holds the earth together’
and when the thunder makes it tremble from underneath
it only leaves a scar on the road
Enough for the flesh eating ants
to begin the breaking of the heart
enough for the blue grass
to take root behind your eyes
as soon as you wake up ‘it’s only the asphalt that holds the earth together’
and when the thunder makes it tremble from underneath
it only leaves a scar on the road
Enough for the flesh eating ants
to begin the breaking of the heart
enough for the blue grass
to take root behind your eyes
and feel the sun trying to invade your madrigal
the lines and the curves
emanating from behind his neck
Letting your thoughts bubble through your nostrils
his body heat
the taste of the open fire on his breastbone
her fingerprints left on his collarbone
the old ghosts of the wind adorned his first song
and the rock had a light…
... and a Third Moon.
