it's bright white
won't you k** the lights
retrace steps
moving right then left
blown the leaves
see the swingset swings
everyday pulled down like paper shades
damn the day
how it hurts to leave a trace
miles conspire to erase
but i still see your face
majesty, threadbare beauty
no where town
clotheslines blown down
oh!
backways by the trains
the sky spills the last grim light
shadows roll from my feet
like bolts of fine black silk
pale birds
there where the heart was
come close and they fly