the agreement the final word

sitting in the ruins

out of water

saw the white door many times

there is always much to spend

with pictures across eyes

realized

when parting

   just around the corner

we shared so many good times that

            we had to

thank god for allowing us to meet

we should treasure every encounter

maybe that is part of significance

maybe that is part   of 
days   of 
     mind

the agreement

      the final word

because

      at this moment

it is only

to feel the   

well  

   their

elders

full of sorrow

like grateful trees

a park of need

thank you for the better

from the same factory

      victory

because the feast was all good but

when her tears today

ended up on

      your face

         it looked like

two brothers and a sister

in the same boat

   wearing navy blue coats

singing songs

      writing poems

all the way home

addiction stands alone

in favor of the behavior

first alone

then afraid

seems so far away

how old was i

         how bold was i

saving all that turn around love

for someone not welcome

who only loves

the needle high

full of saline

and       salience

racing embracing reticence

         reverence

karma and

         coincidence

more cocaine can temporarily

remedy

         the situation

the conflagration

uncontrollable addiction

affliction

the choice disease

of sons

and daughters

mothers and fathers

hooked on heroin

low taxes and ice-water

tactics can deflect impact

create impasse

understand

how to make glass

in little towns

leaves brown

shade controlled

by small amounts of

doomsdayers

and big money players

who don’t believe a word

they say

just throw that shit out there

to get in your way

to move some cash

over and back

til they got it all

and a heart attack

this fall

we have to find out

if you know

if it shows

which way the wind blows the staylows

catastrophic circumstances

not little ones

this drinkin’s killing me

i need the help

but i still drink from the top shelf

funny thing is

i ended up being addicted

to propane

and recidivism

three months at the minimum

addiction stands alone

ignoring the stigma

                     the leprosy and

libby zion

the depression is not significant

watching the light die

 listening to dogs fight

just north   of the good side

                                 of those tracks

where the cops walk fast

                                                   when they pass

you can see the station from here

                     if that lightens your fear

       or straightens her hair

                    when the first snow comes

stir            son

don’t have enough to pay the rent

                but the depression is not         significant

           ask her man      she’ll tell you that

we’ll wait for it

         want to know you haven’t ignored it

     her eyes say something like   hypocrite

                                or    predator

              they don’t say editor

and they damn sure ain’t keeping score

you can count

      one to four

      add it up

if you must

             the birds are singing

so it’s time to go to sleep

take the crosses from your hands

            and lay them at my feet

everything that you borrowed

            every little bit i stole

if the fan makes wind

            then time’s been told