digital dreams

Digital dreams could smell like gin and rosewater
and the fact that my love of things spans
this stretch of sun-baked street.
Abandoned buildings whisper my name
through the sharp, broken glass of their mouths.
They know every word to every song on Cassadaga,
like I used to sometime back then.
When I slept in many beds and couches north of here
Cincinnati dance jigs and Chi dont dance no more
all we do is juke.
A magic kaleidoscope life i live.

I never know if opening up is the right thing to do,
laying down my sword and shield by the riverside
and knowing music has something to say
even when I dont.
I have an older brother not related by blood
and friends that will drive to the hospital
at 2 in the morning to ease a tiny scare.
because this year has felt like
"an ornamental psychopathic kitchen fight that resulted in several dying -
don't make me look like the bad guy"
and I never know what to do next but sing off key beautifully,
be a scavenger at heart.

on the hunt
on the prowl
bathing in sweat and louisville hardcore
valley station high times
hungover and grass-fed in hanover
milk eyed breezy madison, riverboat restless leg syndrome
my smoke has a shadow
these treetops are houses

just find your own way, its alright now
you're on your own.