Long clauses
Hopeless causes
He withdraws his gaze
Playacting fast and louche
With her hopes and the truth
They’re intertwined anyways
California sunrise
Hudson Valley dawn
Catastrophic promises
Sentimental songs
She can dance but she can’t walk
Or understand what’s wrong/away from all that’s wrong
The rooms are cold, the beer stays warm
Wildflower field
In an oil sealed with craquelure veneer
Framed outline
Of a battlefield
We need to feel the limit ‘fore we leap
The alarm looks like a flashing light
Sounds like a whooping horn
When it’s on
Compass me
A little man protective of his dignity
Take heed
Of a careful man protective of his time
Lasers at the airport bar
A crowd of hangers-on
He wants to gather trophies
Nick the bills of swans
Focused women, hapless men, the story of our time
But the room is cold, the beer stays warm
