Raised by Wolves (Previously Recorded)

Broke the bounds of doors,

Letting in the earth;

Barefoot,
cut toe on a saw made for singing.

Dust pneumonia:

Bronchial spasms in peace
under California Stars in michigan,

Cold lake calling for our deaths,
raw knuckles,
midnight winter ride.

Jesus was in Germany.

And change came cheap

While you were here
in my room
on the floor
with four stereos
from four corners,
far reaches,
Flaming Lips,
tobacco stained.

Bowled with beer,

Saw through smoke,

Smelled the dirt.

Never safe when fear crawls the wall.

Next to you,

Touching shoulders,

In free and reckless suicide books,
our every fiber
wrapped in a leotard,
dancing to taped thought.

And some not-me

Writes the book every day;

Sets the irony
in weather
and mishaps,
since He's a better poet than i.

Reaching,
while i bite so hard to pull him back to that lazy borderless freedom.