Frontier Ruckus
The Latter Days
My family does own some land where the river is wideAt night I see my memories dimly dying on the other sideI know that I am now all bitterness and tartAnatomy to me is a homesick stomach and a broken heartYou rest-stops in the midnight are like friends I've worn to boneI only notice that you're glowing when I'm feeling so ever aloneDrunken with the children now too many times to complainTrustful was the mouth I turned into a lustful sopping hole andNow it's nothing but a bathtub drainThe Latter-Days are harder than I ever could've knownCome back to retrieve me sometime soonIf the Latter-Days are ending then I hope I'm ending tooAnd buried someplace where your breath tastes new to me andAlways blowing, so my body's bent and bowingDeep into the day's ending in summerThe Latter-Days are always panting like aSecond-ComerAll the fleshy statues of the city-square goodbyesAre flinging smoothe-skin trinities and nakednessUp into my eyesNaked swan-necked girls, your arching backs into the sunThe highway ditch's black clouds split the median andBreathing in of all the ribs of every bathing oneSongtexteAnd in those trash-pit-ponds you bathe andOh, how you all gleamMindlessly bright where you're wet inYour eye-lashing, fluid-splashing, rapid-flashingCanal-bleaching dreamFor me
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