Trifold: like a could-have-been for rainy days.

the swell or helicopter day/ is beating at the window pane/ believe me kid and darling/ that if you love now you'll love again/ through shitty jobs like airplane food/ hoping happy missed the boat/ you and i will walk the plank/ you and he will do-si-do/ watch clay pigeons take to wing/ hear the riflemen reload/ here i rock a simple sink/ but you will sink as well as float/ don't drink the dark of night alone/ memory's a petty ghost.

meadow larkspur

dear blackberry,
let the village boys know there's more to your song.
tell them of the slow spoken beauty
of things that do not seem to change
but do.

and how stubbornly you hold
your fruit until it is dry and small.

not so the village boys
who easily indulge
and just so eagerly forget.

                        (blackberry,
your inebriating shoulders!)

I will see the life in you return along the spring
I will see the life in you return.

see, they swim in the river.
how they pass without looking,
how they let the draft of the river
take them!

kitchen sink

the sign on the door said heartbreak but i opened it anyway
inside, the concierge gave me a free beer
I didn't even have to pay for it.

stolen

We are children
dressing
in our parents'
clothes.