John Vanderslice Coming And Going On Easy Terms
window seats on bullet trains
smear land into sky
fear and sorrow coalesce
now I'm trying to find that quiet place
where living is breathing
not knowing is understanding
coming is going
but my heart just beats faster and faster
they asked for me to come
and identify my son
but my son is alive
the life that whispered in my ear
is gone gone gone
window seats, commuter trains
send me headlong
trying to find that quiet place
where living is breathing
not knowing is understanding
coming is going
but my heart just beats faster and faster
they asked for me to come
and identify my son
but my son is alive
in maharishi oblivion
the love that counted back
from ten is gone gone gone
fear and sorrow coalesce
now I'm trying to find that quiet place
where living is breathing
not knowing is understanding
coming is going
but my heart just beats faster
when I got down to the morgue
they pulled back the slab
it wasn't my son
I wasn't his dad
they covered him up
I smiled I smiled
the past is cities from a train
now I'm trying to find that quiet place
where living is breathing
not knowing is understanding
coming is going
but my heart just beats faster
