Heavy Metal Love Song
Street drafts off the two-tone carpet in my underworld
Air so much wetter than the memory of it sharpness of weather
spoiling for more life
Two buses linked by accordion chains kneel down to lift a wheelchair on
Like I could eat everything, your bonfire, your inseamed throat
Germinated in darkness roots grated to a vitamin paste
Sleek as loneliness
when I unlock
your door
Hibiscus bowl and crude gesture
I can’t help but feel strange about this version
how the snow hangs in the sky
how the one mailbox in the cul-de-sac won’t close The doorknob spins
If you are sleeping dream that the sound you hear is a horse’s hooves
Dream of fringe and leather and a lady in black Your gun, where is it
Gears might shift
but I like the slowness of it how the lifting off becomes the attack
how when I call
the others join me
because sometimes it feels right to have a body
coming for you like commas to your cattle drive
stetson-shadow and bootheels
front steps
your ranch.
