She called me late
rain
Settled in her hair
The cool cool air
chilled me inside
my bones
And I kept thinking
About the ocean blue
Where the sun warmed our skin
but now
it’s all sold
And it’s so cold
we’re all so lonely now …
if it’s just the same to you…
And she was calm and she was cool
Her face was set
She lit another cigarette
Against the coming storm
You couldn’t help but think about all of the men
Who let this beast of burden in
The blatant loud disregard hung in the air like cigar
Filling old newspaper rooms
They’re empty now
Just like me
Just like you
You know we can’t go back
We’ve crossed all of these old bridges
We’re fighting ghosts
In our restless hands
She wrote me
And she didn’t know what to say
She only knew the way she felt
And
How everything has turned to grey
And there’s one too many full moons
In the sky tonight
Still
Here I am
My pen and my Gin
Thinking about how there
Was a time
A brief time
When we
Looked bright
In the springtime
But now
I think
We are destined
To be the lonely
Filling the empty
Shells of buildings
With dreams of a future
Foreclosed
On desolation road
That Golden Highway
Runs from here to the salt in the sea
Don’t look now
It’s turned to desolation road…
And all of our daughters
And all of our sisters
Woke up today
With less than they had yesterday
Better not think too much about it
Better not get too used to it
it’s just life on desolation road.
Photo by Ethan Bethune
Regarding Samuel 