14. The Deep-Yard Dream
Most of my dreams are robberies The family dies the child flees Through backyards filled with enemies and Fences fleshed by panicked knees and Freedom is the deep-night there The hurried-flight...
View Article13. Adirondack Amish Holler
So I am the eyes That my father cried out In our swamp sunk with doubt In the dark yards of North Country aging uncles Caught in the summer horrid Endless and fluttered torrid But all of my ditches...
View Article12. Orion Town 3
Smoking Turkish cigarettes in The thumb of the midwest when The sulfur fills the trees On the fourth of July You and I We travel the gravel going home Home sweet home, home my brother Not one mind...
View Article11. Rosemont
Oh I know everybody here’s been dying to get back to Rosemont Street But that road was made of flesh and now it’s dead and now it’s beat The sun burnt past every rock across the street from that...
View Article10. The Back-Lot World
still crackle Like a motel Frontier spackle Summer backyard Shopping cart In our shadows Late-day echoes Weeds Radios Jesus Christ knows your Freckled heart To walk North as sun is setting Hope of...
View Article9. Orion Town 2
I’m going home, I’m smoking my last cigarette The muffler shop’s shouting that she’s in the city The North Frozen Landfill I just can’t forget ‘Cause it marks the town of my pity Orion Town Oh now...
View Article8. Foggy Lilac Windows
The holes of highway bones are filled But the tolls of highway loans are billed To the board of directors of boredom, here So I slept outside the worried exit And hurried to avoid the decrepit Hordes...
View Article7. Bethlehem
Bethlehem is my kind of town No matter what is born there Most men find their knees on the ground Most men find their knees on the ground And Bethany’s a pilgrim She’s there by daylight I thought she...
View Article6. The Blood
The black figure of my body above your window as you’re dreaming I came to wake you and take you up north The yard was wet, the heavens forget the way things are seeming For us who must stumble in...
View Article5. Mount Marcy
Mount Marcy is growing sparse She is the farce that I would like to tell From the bottom of your well Feel the bushes, brambles rambling Ample sapling, suckling all the air And the north from Marcy’s...
View Article4. Dark Autumn Hour
Anne, let’s die in some dim town My brown eyes wait to weigh us down The candles ’round the tub will drown In our afternoons Music from our evening parlor Darker than the autumn hour I gave my child...
View Article3. What You Are
You are growing cold and lonely If only you knew what you are Our grandfather was a soldier Now I am older, I know what homes are for Worried homes have walls They absorb old phone calls They spit warm...
View Article2. The Latter Days
My family does own some land where the river is wide At night I see my memories dimly dying on the other side I know that I am now all bitterness and tart Anatomy to me is a homesick stomach and a...
View Article1. Animals Need Animals
The teeth of your black ditch are sweet like the rest Of the thin-lipped, sharp-hipped Fierce things that animals show White like the laughter of smoke in the chest Long after The brightness of the...
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