co-written with the one and only
Bethany
box.car princess.
sensual soot-kisses and I'm swept away
in her dirt road destiny.
the stars are alive tonight.
dancing twilight to the blackening sky.
and we're wanderers on a string of hope. tattered
rags and no one is more rich than us.
now. under the moonlight praries.
the crickets keep company when I watch her sleep.
and candles could never do justice to that face
like the light of the dark night could.
train.track prince.
i'm alive in his electicity
as we take the night headstrong
through poems and cigarettes.
blotting out the twinkle of the stars in our
cicadae-lullaby ashtray of hearts,
and i've never felt more alive
a hobo dancer
making movement alongside
his arms
to the snap of our colliding fingers.
cracking like the snap of the twigs beneath our feet.
I can hear her breathe between Cheyenne and
the way I hold her when we sleep.
the rumble of the rails. and the whisky dreams.
she's my rail.road doll.
with the city lights like a backdrop-
modern day starry night. van gogh can't paint the heartland.
and I'll hold her hand from east to west.
my cross-country mistress. miles from divinity
because we can be.
like a midnight maelstrom. I'm stuck in her
scribbling poetry as the wind whips us to another horizon
the sun could never rise. and I'd be happy.
because within him,
i'd be captured in a nightfall paradise forever
like a blanket thrown over the stars
as they sing into the jukebox heavens
and he's my match.book lover
scribbling stories of new york city
and san fransisco
onto the dimples of his wrists
as the railway lights paint his words like
pollack in an acid-neon studio
it doesn't matter
that we're headed nowhere fast-
the pounding noise of the
steam engine and our heartbeats
will take us everywhere.
and anywhere is where our hearts lead.
bleeding orange sunrises and summer heat.
on beaten down roads.
the coasts call us.
somewhere in the ocean
my love and i will dwell
until the lure of the road pulls us away
and into fate
with each others souls.
these rails and roads.
they're ours.
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