charcoal magnetic language

             I'll remember you when it all comes crashin down

             all the camping voyages renewing hot coal sounds

             when the last of the bread crumbles into crooked crumbs

             where a bag of microscopic delerium sings like the sun

             or a bandit borrows a stack of records never to return

             I'll look back and laugh as it all unfolds into wrinkled yarn

             like the time in telluride we danced in rain soaked puddles

             reminders of a sketched out charcoal magnetic language

             turning the library fines into abstract reaction faces

             over the bridge and under the trout corner hide away

             where the blue of the night meets the gold of the day

             someone is waiting there for the share we can't compare

            and the green in her eyes is like prophetic sons of thunder

            dripping rain into the pile of songs in a vault of numbers

            leaking strange new pain with different joyful blues

            words like these can't even begin to expound it all

            a purgation of emotions we hear within his imperfect lob

            we witness impressed heartstrings from a man named bob