2.27.2011

like the brim of a tequila shot
the tears ran salty that night.

fingers fluttering something beatiful
if only there had been a keyboard to interpret
...
these railroad boots march to a drum only audible through the laces
and today is like all the other cases.

organic floor of pine needles is a cushion
just a pretty smelling way that
time takes it's toll and it keeps on pushing.

your name hung around the moon softly like it's halo

the snowflakes danced down with gravity
humming in your voice

i don't hear this but I feel it in the railroad boots.

and my steel toe grows colder
and all our wise men are getting older

and the young men dream dreams
that make them split at the seems

now it's only you and the moon
in this forest confessional

trying to speak in a smoke singnal ring
your choked up and your throat is to sore to sing

could be you or it could just be the beer
or maybe your boots have taken you here

and that's the only reason why

'cause the boots can't move.

not like you and the sky.