flagstone motel

your hair plays violin and the sound
fills the bedroom with homebred warm
i haven't done this for a while
the sheet still has the rip from my toenail
my hands are so useless now they look
for breaths to grab
the well is plentiful
but the ghost is still mad
i don't know
how to please him
so he keeps
my black eyes fresh

oh god what a town can look like
driving through in the dark
lit up gas stations and gun stores
an ocean of infinite stars
the dreams you tell me about
are full of silhouettes
take a heartache seriously for once
it tells a good story

these days food really
doesn't taste the same
your lips are rare
i can't seem to get enough of the ocean
wealthy smell of sand
we sleep in smoking rooms
keeping the windows open
letting that air in we hallucinate ease
and it brings us solace
wildfire solace
and back again with your jeans
creased with oil
and wandering
and river
and sky

if every home but mine
were to die in one night
i'd still wake up in the morning and hear
leaves blowing in smooth wind and catch
embarrassed plums as they fall
i'd remember everything you gave me
like a bouquet
with the feelings in the middle

i am dishonest
i'll say anything for the breath
of spring on my brow
but for now i let
the city blink the same
and rest like a season passed