Spring & All

Spring and what's left of the hippies return from old rooming houses and
Mexico
More letters, more journals, more poems to burn; Real heat at last
At last my words glow

My friend Jim just broke up his band, the guys all have jobs and the nights
Got too long
He's selling the amps, one guitar, and the van
I'm sure you could have it all for a song

Snow on the north side, trash in the yard, love like a newspaper tattered
And stained
A two bourbon twilight, fog from God's cigar
The neighbor's retarded dog chasing the train

Don't see any good in just hanging around, take a tip from the birds and
Change the scene
Find some long river and follow it down to where our old sins have washed
Up in New Orleans

Spring and what's left of the songbirds return, to fight about loving and
Nesting and such
Thanks for the letters you sent back to burn
Their smoke is as light, and as dark, as your touch