it's fine the way it is
listen, now
prey tell, twilight
i will find you
beneath the comanche moon
the night is right for raiding
o, lonesome prairie
lonesome prairie, o
swift messenger
brings songs
it's all she can do to receive
all your days are dreams
of ship and travel
water and shelter
columns, eternal
wake up, lucky dog
come in from the elements
into a living room
nothing left but to watch
what came o'er the power lines
swallows nesting in the vines
swallows nesting on the ceiling
and swallows paint the walls
what fine dry stack masonry
a scattering of cattle bones, a comet gone still
there was a time she streaked through the sky
meticulously picked
look here, the view
and the other way, too
as it was perceived
to go to the land of dream visions
poor dying jewel
what a snack
next county over
it was harder than it looked
and though i am long, long gone
it turns into something else
get fed
lovely dash
take you a good rest
you did all you could do
now let it be
my arrow & me
never will i pick a bale a day
it's been a while but
yes, it can go wrong
i can think of worse
dirt heart
amorous tarantula, seeking tarantulady
not a rattlesnake, it's faking
where all the pixies in the know go
shobiz-ness
this is real and it's still happening right now
mountain man cabin
the view, slightly widened
old news
decay day by day
what now?