“Dying in Deserts”
Post Jan. 2019
It’s only when I find my mind dying in deserts
Lonely, brittle, and buying for two
That hazy are the days I am less than your measure
But it’s only a day or two
It’s only a day till I ride for you
Branded as the cattle I rope up and rattle
These ladies who have drawn me
Now quarter me too
And now how they tend to tear me in two
Some strange days are these
That take a struggle and make it strangle
But it’s only for a year or two
It’s only a year till I ride for you
Oh how I roll past her gaze and tremble
With no glimpse nor a wave, nor even symbol
Now how can I stay?
When it’s only lonely hours I face?
Suddenly I sit sad in the harbor
Harbouring thoughts
Hell bent on bringing back the lot
And my body stands fondly sober
Shadowed and shot
Well spent has been the time on these thoughts
It’s only when you find my mind dying in deserts
Lonely, brittle and buying for two
These hazy days I’ll be less than your measure
But it’s only for a day or two
Only a day till we’re riding in twos