Rain at the window again, is tapping in morse code to this moorse day, signals I can barely decode even after so much living:

why is this woman willfully inviting death smoking?

why water(tears) attempts to take the shape of grief it can't ever fill?

Questions indicate that everything is a little off balance. Sons are doing in their moms: Soapranos style, in mid-winter. It must this heat someome just forgot to turn the knob to freeze, so anger spills and blazes.

All along the road a wall of flashing neon, drive-ins to drive into. Everything now is served at the window, time is money and on this road so is sex. We live in absurd times

A live drive-in nativity scene, (somewhere in the Arizona desert for just $4.99), a defunct drive-in funeral parlor here,(drop off your dead here for just $49.99): all these have become the ways we now live (few other reasons still remain: love and humid air).

The wiper oscillates: red had turned to green.

Mourning doves coo out their hidden sorrow. On the ground a flock of robins scavenge, each breast red. Were they born, shot and shattered, to be my winged brothers?

Leaves relay water, the travel downwards is in multiple legs. At each transition, a falling is followed by a shattering. And somewhere in between as water is becoming air I am becoming these words.

At the window a constancy of bark and vine, a Pollock's canvas done with seemingly great ease. But to hear those pigments move with great delibrate slowness I place the ear next to the ground.

I hear life kicking under the membrane. I hear our milky way falling away from other milky wayes? I hear earth and the sun whizzing away from one another.

And admist all this great noise,sometimes I hear myself.

We hear you're leaving, that's OK I thought our little wild time had just begun, I guess you kind of scared yourself, you turn and run But if you have a change of heart.

Rikki don't lose that number; You don't wanna call nobody else. Send it off in a letter to yourself. Rikki don't lose that number; It's the only one you own. You might use it if you feel better, When you get home.

I have a friend in town, he's heard your name. We can go out driving on Slow Hand Row We could stay inside and play games I don't know And you could have a change of heart.

Rikki don't lose that number; You don't wanna call nobody else. Send it off in a letter to yourself. Rikki don't lose that number; It's the only one you own. You might use it if you feel better, When you get home.

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You tell yourself you're not my kind But you don't even know your mind. And you could have a change of heart.

Rikki don't lose that number; You don't wanna call nobody else. Send it off in a letter to yourself. Rikki don't lose that number; It's the only one you own. You might use it if you feel better, When you get home.

Rikki don't lose that number (Rikki don't lose that number) Rikki don't lose that number