Drop of the Dead Man's Journey
As summer rises
on a winter's blow
I see a dead man's journey
far below
for who could tell
when my brain bunched
right when the time
suddenly crunched
Or perhaps after
there's no set time or place
sometimes it's before
to make me look like a special case
there's no understanding
there's no separate landing
there's no held out hand to keep you up standing
you have to breathe
you have to live
you have to smile
you're back from the dead with no place to hide
even with what you feel inside
that empty idea that love could fly
that words don't have to rhyme
that no structure
means better puncture
More than two footsteps can travel
So the other doesn't unravel
As summer rises
on that winter's blow
I see a dead man's journey
far below