It's late...1969...
the sun's going down
as we turn west for the last time.
Driving this long black Caddy,
...
Write a poem
that refuses to rhyme and no one will read it.
Pen poetry that makes no sense,
but rhymes every line, and
...
You stumble out of
The cold, blowing world -
Into the warmth and comfort of a poem;
It fills your soul with the sweet aroma
...
I step from the tub
water dropping everywhere.
Just outside the bathroom window
a falling flash catches my eye.
...
When you're fast asleep
The mind sneeks out, and around,
Wearing the moonlight
Like some ancient royal gown.
...
There are some days
when the sunset light blazes in curls,
burning orange upon the clouds
bending at the end of the world -
...
Conclusions should be drawn, but,
I have forgotten the words
to the most relevant song;
and frankly,
...
Just once more
before I have to go
take me out, to the old-time Rodeo.
...
No more words.
Only listen.
It's the holiest thing we can ever do.
Hear the breathing,
...