Phosphorescent South (of America)
oh
there's dogs calling awfully out here
there's cows with their mouths filled with tears
and there's black water curling all around where we lay
and i have been sad now too many days
and she would harness my heart if it harnessed that way.
so babe, i am going, i'm going away.
women are all gorgeous down here;
long and brown like deer.
and she's always arriving in her dark river skirt.
winding holes through the valley.
bending bones in the dirt.
hiding poems i had tossed under blankets of sand.
babe, i am sorry. i'm sorry i am.
it never gets cold way down here.
i can live off of watermelons and beer.
and i'll never go hungry; i will never go home.
never call to my lover, "lover, leave me alone."
never harden my heart like some fruit in the snow.
oh, babe i know this. unnoticded. unknown.
