You never walked out on me
stayed in the very next room...

Fall asleep to find a girl in my bed;
it is not the first time she's here, yet...

Old men are more interesting
with their souls painted...

Give me the blue of speed
as I race across the fields...

Each man's hand itches
when he sees the sword impaled...

My aunt never married;
on occasion my mother...

A chance sweep of my left arm
in yellow and blue flannel shirt...

I come into the woods
not merely to escape...

She wore white to his funeral
some say it was the same dress...

I never think of her
Never when the wind is chill...

In these hillside streets where we walked
roam the ghosts of who we once were...

Jessica always
interrupts me...