SONGS: OHIA GHOST TROPIC
SECRETLY CANADIAN
1) Stems gone limp tell the stories.
2) The body was an old man and he was dying, dying, regrettably, more surely than all else. We would have a picnic lunch on the lawn. Smoke over there. I would lie on the grass. Moving away. Burned away over there. From the corner of my eye. Oh. He swung the other way around on the stool…through the doorway.
3) Looking at my hands in my lap. It’s too bad when the old limits go ahead. A village looses when the old people go. Wring each one dry. Scissors split out the sky.
4) Drummed sob, ghost tropic.
5) So small from the moon, it just gits bits & pieces. Sleep seem in the boneyard ten thousand leagues deep – a liquid tongue.
6) But I have hurt as well. Given the gift of robe of dead plasma that holds.
7) Bird gossip, ghost tropic.
8) Lock the door – partly because I miss you and your satin ceiling pump.
SLEEVE: JUST RITE
