hey honey,
let's go back to the americana hotel.
let's go back to the americana hotel.
we can stay in the room with the seaside view.
where i swear the horizon reaches all the way
to lonely england.
where i swear the horizon reaches all the way
to lonely england.
we should pack now
I want to leave tonight,
before the dust unsettles
and whips up anguished
against the boundary of the frontier lands.
I want to leave tonight,
before the dust unsettles
and whips up anguished
against the boundary of the frontier lands.
but hey baby, we've got to go
before the sun stops obliterating the shrouded winter days.
(although these days i love you the most, when your shoulder blades smell like moss and eucalyptus and rotting fennel carried by the summer fog from the marin coast).
let's bring the kids this time, they don't need much.
they're quiet now,
not like when they cried like the wind at any perceptible provocation.
they've outgrown the pink onesies and strained foods,before the sun stops obliterating the shrouded winter days.
(although these days i love you the most, when your shoulder blades smell like moss and eucalyptus and rotting fennel carried by the summer fog from the marin coast).
let's bring the kids this time, they don't need much.
they're quiet now,
not like when they cried like the wind at any perceptible provocation.
not aware of dream and the deathshead moths that flutter-bop on the rocks
as waves destroy below.
i'm packing our record collection too.
we can play them on the electra tuner when we get there,
sitting on the dusty couch next to the texas two-step couple. remember them?
they'll be there - they always are.
we can play them on the electra tuner when we get there,
sitting on the dusty couch next to the texas two-step couple. remember them?
they'll be there - they always are.
him with his wide-striped shirt a little unbuttoned
and you can see the red splotchy bulge of his belly pushing out
covered in fine black hairs
like ants on the circumference of a molten hilltop,
converging before dispersing
to the leftover corners.
and you can see the red splotchy bulge of his belly pushing out
covered in fine black hairs
like ants on the circumference of a molten hilltop,
converging before dispersing
to the leftover corners.
she always looks a little funny at us, with wrinkles around her dried-out lips
oklahoma prairies
oklahoma prairies
when we dance, we can salsa, tango, swing, or fouette
across the grand collapsing ballroom,
with the faded wooden planks tilting beneath our feet.
let's go before the sky says no.
maybe we just forget the kids.
we can drop them off with you sister -
she's always happy to see them.
she'll take them out for hot fudge sundaes at that little place down the street
with the wrap-around porch
and the american flag
dangling on the bent pole
we can drop them off with you sister -
she's always happy to see them.
she'll take them out for hot fudge sundaes at that little place down the street
with the wrap-around porch
and the american flag
dangling on the bent pole
our america the way i remember
with marching bands on memorial day
with marching bands on memorial day
and fireworks in the field on the 4th of july.
when i believed in the special scent of sulfuric smoke
magic in the humidity
magic in the humidity
and my dad’s shitty cigars he smoked to keep away the mosquitos.
