going-to-the-sun

with hank williams
on the canadian radio
a six-pack of spotted cow
and a folded torn honest to god map
just a tent and
empty notebooks
and me
and you
and going-to-the-sun.

under the influence

we've got nuclear water
she said
and i didn't care
because her eyes were very different
tonight
like she had been drinking
radioactivity

stealing someone else's style:
charlie chaplin bourbon with all of the old blankets
in the middle of the floor keeping out the draft that
comes up from the bottom of the house not wanting to know
what time it is and then forgetting about that while trying
to understand how silent was never silent and not anything was
ever really black and white especially not your eyes remember when
television stations turned themselves off shut down
and went white buzzing and no remote control
so you fell asleep to snow tv
on the nights in the summer
when you didn't have to
get up
and go
to school
and you shut me up
because it was chaplin time
and we both wanted
another bourbon