To Burn the Sky
dusk was difficult to burn the sky
we thieves together, and the lovers
and the friends they all too often
cum slowly such moments like distant
moons and stuff and lawns can fade in suicide’s revenge so complicit with the
living and their first violent year of
holding you naked to me we had
misplaced our shoes, recognizing
dream maps, cheap wood, and dogs
on the sleeping whiskey porches, our
perilous lives are so plain, numb and throwing baseballs, our watchdog
lips can’t catch the scratching words,
your eyelashes will be the jailor’s
driven halfmast snow/