Summer's Last Stand
You're wearing a halo strapped around your shoulders,
though the rest of the band only
sees a five dollar T-shirt
purchased late one night from a roadside stand.
The barefoot senorita who sold it
had a face as brown as baked clay, eyes like apples,
and the most sonorous voice
I'd ever heard.
We write a song in her honor.
The arrhythmic cadence of telephone poles dance across
pole .... swag.... sway... pole...
swag... sway... sway... swag... pole
Home feels further away with every laugh.
Miles come in markers while Daniel tries to his best to
coax a Mariachi sound from his acoustic guitar.
...sixty-nine gets a puerile giggle, but ninety-eight
hitting like degrees of the ever-present sun.
Staggered over the airwaves, The Cure confirms it;
Today is Friday, so I'm running high on love.
Bobbie Dylan tells us we're all just tangled
up in blue, and we laugh until we cry
because it's so very close to truth.
Fifteen miles to Vegas and Cherry's on the rag.
drawing our chalky hands across
the blackboard of sky we lay horizontal
in dew-soaked grass
yet were not physical
with our passions
& though I was an unbeliever,
in true faith I christened you, my Orion
more ethereal than the heavens,
I longed for you but could never touch you.
you would but guide me
send me out upon the
when all the stars fell supernova
& I could no longer
see the path
I set my compass by memories of
your luminous eyes
& walked on
realizing we have been lovers
since that night
& though highways have forked
our climax has yet to come