creatures
if i sing it’s in desperation
like a hound out in the dark
and my hunger outweighs my patience
and my howling eases my heart
if i’m free it’s just for a moment
birdsong coming through the fog
if i’m free i probably won’t notice
until i hear it from a long way off
and i could run down to the water
to the screaming wild geese
and take these faults in my perception
put them in a song and sing
if she’s out she’ll be out on the back porch
half a mug of last night’s wine
pulling weeds out between the floorboards
singing some old song of mine
i see lies and holes in my meaning
i see your searching sober eyes
when we’re gone we’ll be gone without reason
we’re creatures sure to die
and i could run down to the water
for to drown what’s holding me
and take this constant fear of nothing
put it in a song and sing
and i could run down to the water
for to wash my body clean
and take this hope of getting better
put it in a song and sing