sun salute
we play in attics
kicked out of living spaces
and the basement heat-seeking
up in the trees like that
plain water for the man who believes that he can fly
you wrote a pathetic play and acted it all out one day
so tell me how you’re heat-seeking
and if you can do the meadow
your own twisted sun salute
a thirsty man in the meadow
the air is burnt
the ground is blue
sun and coffee
van in the parking lot
magic in your back pocket
the gods of holiday inn smiling down
you never win and never want for nothing
your own shiftless sun salute
