FROM MY EYES

FROM MY EYES

I’m on a highway racing a train

Remembering those tracks where

I sat alone and the beer kept me sane

Sweet youth filled the air

My ears full of Springsteen hope

I reach for an empty glass bottle

What to do, throw it out the closed window

Frigid wind roaring, foot on the throttle

I’m left with a thousand broken pieces

But my heart won’t fold with the creases

You’re on my back in the rain

giddy in the Hudson Valley sunset

Feet heavy at the drive-in, hit that vein

Screen illuminate, inside so warm and wet

Nothing can touch us—not with our IQ

You wait for my look and I’ll stare forever

I won’t let the sun rise till I’m next to you

Life is lovely when the grass is green

when sweat drips and my mind is clean

The picture of you in my wallet is faded

Deja vu again; let me think this thought

Kiss my soul, let me die again-unpersuaded

Losing what I’m not, pissing on a fire that’s hot

Say what you mean, I mean, what’s to say

when your blood’s on my hands

and your mind’s a million miles away

I feel nothing anymore but I understand

From my eyes I see what I ought

I only see from mine—and that’s what’s wrong