Bad Books Mesa Az
We passed 800 miles talking circles about living with
loss
You said your sense of humor's always helped you get
above & across
Every hurdle, every chasm, every shocking & unspeakable
blow
Just proves the universe is chaos so you laugh to clear
the lump from your throat
But if you're fixed on being bitter
Go be bitter on your own
We're still two hours from El Paso
Arizona's such a long way to go
The chemicals were coursing through our bloodstreams at
incongruous rates
I was time-traveling inward through a past life I can
never erase
You were hanging out the window, you said: We're just a
beggar's banquet in space
You were laughing at the moon, you were cursing it for
wearing your face
Me & New Mexico are orphans
Or is it bastards? Either way:
I know a guy in Roswell
We'll hitch a moonride, steal you back your face
You sleep and whistle Blackbird backwards while my eyes
cut her name in clay.
You wake to Mesa, Arizona
Say, Let it go. She'll change her mind someday.
You took the wheel in Mesa, Arizona.
Said, I got the rest, man.
You can drift away.
