you gotta keep your eyes on the grapple locks

tangle doubt with open space
the trigger bouts of juniper
climb morning glories
with warm melting wings
keep out your turning masses
but wave in the free.

you glass up the worrying tree
and free split into thin air
the old topple back is back
and your front yard
is a freakin’ mess.

from the swanky depths
of what used to be a very feathery drown
hands reach skyward
and together manage with twisting branches
to pull off the night

going by knuckle scraping accuracy this time
like taking out the dog
you’ll see me in the alley next time
saying shit about no god.


4/11/04
gave away the jump key
for a quick ride by the river

wavin’ at the trees on the other side
the whole damn time

and somehow i’ve lost my voice
cold rickety as it was

and as you drive much faster
the wider the water gets

i sit in the back seat window
staring at the water