Under hampton

Big talk in the fortune teller's palm

As an olive in the sky tells me where the moon has gone 

Growing, ever-growing like a saucer in an eye 

As backwash fills the pause

As a sigh slips from the nose 

I lost it every mile in which I spilt out the sun under sweet repose

Killing for the petal on a rose

Dreaming of the lines on the roads

And strumming the same old song for Whitney as I did for Teton 

My eyes glow with a warm sweat that fills my throat

I brought the pope to the railroad

And I signal him as he goes

And overdo my top button just so that he knows

In true fashion, I forgot the question before he spoke

The bottomline is a splinter in the mold 

Dreams revealed in Cheerios 

Undone, and the heart will choke on its own

Frost on the pergolas in early mornings

How the days have grown

Sprawled into a long blonde curtain that I hold to the side

I had the longest fall of anyone 

Rights after long nights

Hunger under the breath that fills a white lie

The leaves turned with their pesticides

Turning years over wrinkles

The ocean leaves a fortress 

For a power on the bank

In the form of weak mist sprinkled over Saturday

And the years have all been missed, for the living, all obey

The leaves are still yellow

And where I am now

I believe the branches are partly fixed with metals

The gutters gather sand with a footprint shaped for a man

Wind rushes the nests into strands

And I dont know where these leaves spluttering gold among the rooms 

Behind the window 

Stand

I'm on the underside of the spindle

In my dustings of soliloquy  

Leave me 

Be 

I could be something