Wherever Grandfather went
we saw he was already gone...

You seem so harmless
you lie so quiet...

I walked around the corner
where the light in my room shone...

You don't shimmer like a mirage.
You shimmer like the heat...

I never liked to watch
Those who are in love...

Be my altar, he whispers
i supplicate...

She whispers his name
doesn't matter, he can't hear it...

My girl, he says, later
you're a love song...

I live on a strip of land
sometimes it feels like Vegas...

Each night I walk along the curving shore
behind my house, hands eager to grasp...

You're rough with your guitar,
pouring notes into air...

Reclining from the desk
I begin to imagine...