2 Jan 2018

Untitled (seasons)




I want to live where it snows
Every single winter
To awaken before a jagged horizon
Where mountains block the sunrise

I want to live where it is too cold to rain
In the autumn
Only orange leaves dry and
Crunching underfoot

I want to live where the summers
Defeat the average man
Where women and children wilt and
Rejoice in the searing heat

I want a billion stars shining each night
Wild animals prowling across my porch
A post office and general store
And a small bar in which to get drunk

I want this simple string of things
I need them as you all do oxygen
I need them both alone and not
Alone

Hidden in the dark of night there must
Be a road straight and true
And
Out of this town.