House Guest

A house guest at 3:25am
Scene two: your guest rooms by my cruel self
Mirror, mirror which side are you on?
I'm wet behind the ears and listening
I'm only explaining how to be aloof
With eyes ajar and out the door, and down the block he's lighting up a cigarette
A stranger passing by and saying
"With every year we stack, we trick our legs to climb a flight of weary steps until April, May, then June, July and in August off our feet we are swept."
I'm only touching down for a second to tell you all I've been to Lincoln
Another year went by: It tripped my legs
I'm numb below the waist and tingling, numb below the waist and tingling
You're gone to the other shore, high in the afternoon
Clouds, klint, you're upside down desires, unravelled
She sails upon a sigh
Her tail with bows tied
Hold the spool and let her fly
You can't keep the wind, you just keep billowing
At last the courts dismissed my sad account
The wrong side streets I've been taking to go to town
And heart-aches caught in tangled trees are finally relieved