Jangles and DrumsThe train in its track jangles and drums.
I followed thought to be lost among
purpose and worth, such tired crooked thumbs.
Freckled California girl, so young.
I followed thought to be lost. Among
landscape its so easy to forget
freckled California girl, so young.
Fields of unmitigated regret.
Landscape, its so easy to forget,
draws night and day, one to another.
Fields of unmitigated regret
span history, expand, and smother.
Draws night and day, one to another,
so does memory to your body
span history, expand, and smother.
Optimistic, weve all been naughty.
So does memory to your body
opalesce a river of solace.
Optimistic, weve all been naughty.
Our bloodied lips kiss to coalesce,
opalesce. A river of solace
clambers in this clamor bereft of
our bloodied lips kiss. Coalesce,
weave more than seems to live. Its enough.
Clamber in this clamor bereft of
purpose and worth. Such tired crooked thumbs
weave more than seams. To liveits enough.
The train in its track jangles and drums.
Jangles and Drums.
Train Tracts, Utah (2008).