Cranberry Thicket
As the burning bush astral signals
impale me all at once
I climb Jacob's ladder before I plummet
running from the siren song
That billows beyond waterfalls and the journeyman's sighs
Its unbearable lying among cranberry leaves
the ivory cuts me to sheaths
Beyond embryonic sheets I cry for a spiritual sleeve
To wipe my jaundice tears
I'm a derelict trespassing
the backtrack on twilight throng
I'm in a cranberry thicket
where cherrywood dies before sundown wrong
paddling among particles of saw-dust hay
gulping mildew in cavernous outhouses
just to sober up today
Singing, rhapsodizing
how you blew the whistle on my bluff
About how I was the liar
clinging to craggy rock and moss
Its just the coyote blitzing the canyon
and the raven in my cannon
That remind me of the briars I use to dodge.
Now I find comfort in their lodge. ...
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