In and out the raspberry canes On a jack frost bitten day With nothing more than twine, And knife To earn my daily pay Bending back the line of whips From John O’ Groats to Landsend
Lions lie down like corndogs eaten by the dark As cities cats and mongrels howl in the park A radio hums like a distant hymn for freedom To begin its soul searching beginning s in Edam.
I’ve never begun to understand, The sea changing patterns beholden, With holding, onto a woman’s hand, No matter how many times Unwilled she can be emboldened.
For however many tears We’ve both tried not to cry For however many years I’ve lived trying not to die Praying, wanting, not to lie Yearning, endlessly, longing,
