unkept

break parole just to be
in the cold wishes of that stream
dipping the firs
sending off leaves

goodbye

i left louise on the hill
and forgot how i could
love her and walked
to an oil well to

set my arms on fire
wave you home-
ward you were unsure
about where to roam

but i know you've heard the river
by now

your thighs are bare
socks rolled down too
water
kiss you
like i do

i've heard of the panthers
making love
on the roots of trees
worries caught in web up
there
in the netted thatched needles
(the sun dives through)

this is what's left of me
you're with what's left of me