3.3.18

Departures (Don't Wake the Landlord)



The first time the mining boss
had so choked us off, after the ranchers shot our dog,
that we loaded up the truck and headed down the hill,
racing into hell for safety

See no evil in listening to my desert noir
Since I'm asking the Lord for safety
in the mercy of the miracle film score

Another time she said
I was possessed by the devil
and we escaped the seaport town
racing to hell for safety, again,
since your mind was gone
and I had to lose everything
to fill our days with broken glass
and the beads of trust
scattered in the sand by the sea

Then there was that time
you pissed off the landlord
Said you were leaving since
he couldn't keep the trains passing by
from shaking off the paints chips
and plaster from the ceilings and dingy walls

The sheriffs came from miles around
trying to figure out that money you'd found
We tried to get out of town without a sound
but the cat scittered up into the attic
in that long forgotten plains Iowa town
So we had to return the very next day
but where the cat had gone no one could say

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