MUSIC


bury cooler of busch light
and southern comfort ice cubes
in the loup sandbar
say near the black bridge where u swim
scared or lay inches from the sky
im no angel i think abt texting my dad(dy)
i am a naked tarp over rain damaged car
i am hurricane andrew
the money we have now is worth almost nothing
because we have dreams in American clothes
i can/t name or dive my blood through Carl Aa--
gesen
it is raining poets arms and legs
pounding dry brown stubs into the strings and humming
something sad and stupid apes in the space program
drool a little bc i almost fell asleep waiting
for you to come back inside after the cigarette
counting each sheep backwards only shouting words
instead of numbers like i need you closer to my neck
elizabeth or we could all be in some foggy valley
when the leaves are almost a carpet for our
baby toes testing the earth for warmth
good night! chicago swigs of zzzquil
where can we start drinking
the most iriish whiskey our blood of course
a homeland for tipsy kiddos sneaking in the streets
yelling HAPPY HALLOWEEN when it's weeks away
who cares when we eat the candy
who cares when we bleed into the sewers the raccoons
masking themselves to rob our settled corpses
dressed in my very best debt suit
here take my love
take my hope
i don't need them now i have friends and i am going
to stay up w/ them until the sun gets lazy or dies