Coyote collar
A dress made of down
Trapped in silence
Of a northern town
Where the sunlight
Can blind you
And keep you awake
Your limbs ache
Any they take
And take and take
Wet black ground
Dark as ink
A pair of dogs
Nip at my feet
If there was something written
It's been Worn out away
The water scores
Deep through the veins
I'd be good for you
You'd be good for me
And what would it take
To make you happy?
There's nothing so heavy
Living like clay
Pressed into shape
Your warm breath gives me life
Today
I hung around
In my Saturday cloths
Torn up denim
Corduroy coat
Like all sacred objects
They are simple they are plain
I where them out
Again and again
And again