jazz as is

​

last night i dreamt i wrote a song called

"i'm not going to heaven (without you)"

so tonight i went to bed

praying i don't see a white horse

you held the stump of a carrot

behind my earlobe and said no crying

well listen here i was born crying

bootslick and blue as a thunderhead

​

we stole away into the grey green afternoon

straddled the river under hanging moss

and broke bottles behind the coliseum

your name was my mantra

now nothing turns me on

we lay on the floor for so long

our bodies made ripples in the marble

​

this is my last dream every morning

this hieroglyph fashioned by

measuring twice and cutting never

it sways with me incredibly

like a tesseract in bloom

that might take me all of my lives to really see

​

now we stand agape and gamey

at the edge of the slipstream so still

i swear i can feel the earth swing

or perhaps my heart lurching

out of some cosmic pothole

​

quickly now

i cover my mouth

you gasp

you could exhale

and end the world

but look, ah!

softly now, look

the sky's getting real pretty real fast