Mention of the stars reduce us back,

They, about them, have time's things hanging;

We are around near the railroad track

Checking out the thundering.

Names you call could have been ours

To call and live among them;

Friends come by and spend some hours

And then back down to working...



At night, things come and half a life,

Not so silly walking,

All different clothes in the half light

And a halting way of talking.

There really was one way to be,

Yet this is not it, we think,

To be such younger folk as we

Not levelled as we drink



We're busted up, so ragged down

And kissing and subsisting;

Our eyes glint wild and roll around

And the dog, he whines insisting,

He asks that we allow the sex

To make us unrecognizable;

That we allow slow violence

To prove us rebaptizable.