The lady has a shrunk heart,
it is all she has, next to it
she keeps her man’s life
They have reduced themselves
till their lives are two strips
of leather. Around them
the pots hold out
the disappointments,
the sighs of marriage
as if saying see how lightly
we take things, or, now
I’m a little depressed, cheer me
When I open my eyes they return,
in their eyes the hard points
diminish with each adjective.
They don’t trust each other
to say anything
With such people I fell in,
felt my own name become an alias.
I was a black star
shining in another place
All the ranch-style houses
are gone to bed. The cars
are going where they believe
there’s a place to be got to,
girls sitting close to their drivers.
The town night is swollen,
the town cop sweats in his gun-belt
and the town drunk is wading
I hear him clearly singing out loud
a farce, a comedy.
I want to go home forever