with a bottle of whiskey
and a rattle snake
I am ready to face
the sun
obliterating the dawn
into another blue sky.
I slide into my coat of crows
and fill my pockets with sand
so the past will always weigh on me.
Since I vacated immortality
or maybe I was evicted
the stigmata doesn’t itch and
the future isn’t so imperative.
But I still walk this land where the clouds
are too distant to even be a promise and the jack
rabbit steals what shade there is.

Night will come bringing dreams
of the memory of rain
of the ocean that was ours
of the salvation I lost.

.