Mountain Sky, November, 2018
This is my heart. I am showing you my heart. God damn me. God damn you!
Give it to me.
It might be a new year, but the terrible things you have done have yet to come back around. You are gonna get yours, baby. Buckle up, it’s gonna be a bumpy ride.
Last Days in the Motherland
Come cry with her, take her hand
Or perhaps just sing and play
Slide these creeping blues away
In this place she tends to wilt
The crowds, cars, family guilt
Suffocates and holds her down
Comfortable and sickly ground
Still she loves the Motherland
Maw and Paw alive, Amen
Siblings come and go like bees
Amongst deciduous trees
With a threat of snow-filled skies
Will that awful airplane fly
Many oysters, too few pearls
Now a Rocky Mountain girl
Many thanks to the Old Line State.