Maybe

I'm tired of love Of standing on trees Of lifting all of the heavy women It seems, I don't really care Sunspots, I sit there and stare A log or a brick A stick or a Somebody come down with wings Tell me directly what is to be What road to take and I will walk Maybe. Sweep me away from Our time in the gray Leave leases and lesions and laws, Oh! honeyed paws! What bad bears we are Rescind these sins till Mays. End. Malaise. End. And send someone down Throwing bottles to the ground Rolling flowers in the cracks Smushing the joy back home And out yonder screaming Through the mist and the miles (Oh! lonely miles!) Careless Wonder: Turn about! The waves! Devils ears! Your masts are so heavy Your booty of silence. Of peace. A piece of my heart. Give this back. Is all I ask. Maybe.