sometimes I think about it and my whole body shudders I realize things are changing I remember things had changed and my whole body shudders in lament
Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?
At the end of the night I see the lipstick bleed into the wrinkles around my lips and I feel a year older when I hear Aunt Cynthia in my head and over the patter of my aging heartbeat.
give me ten years… too long by nine years, three hundred sixty-four days. into the woods… would have followed you, would have you, if you’d have stayed. please let me put my lips on your neck pigeonholed dreams you cannot perfect no more rose… my stomach is tied up in pretty pink bows. don’t go away… wrinkles tell stories i don’t want to know.
thirsty for rain jesus brought us a flood bloody feet from stickers now a’covered up with mud longing in your eyes tell me secrets from before loosen your lips and mama swim for the shore so long sad song september
come back, j. molina
oh magnolia they all think that it’s for them you smell like a lady but you drink like a godforsaken gentleman oh magnolia if I don’t see you again before you disappear teach me to forget you lay down kiss her please don’t think of me pray for morning babe, don’t think of me quiet rainstorm goosebumps on my legs simple sweetheart your hands on my legs
my kitchen sink is full of jam jars with rings of red wine my handkerchief is full of your tears ‘cause you’re a fragile one, little darlin’ of mine put this ‘round, don’t let your neck get cold the fire died long ago pray that its memories outlive its coals for it had seen me love you so half the time the stars are shining but you can’t see them...
patient sifting through a dry riverbed she floats from rock to rock once a river, now a graveyard instead now a ladder, once a dock he’s all grounded like granite below she’s water washed away soon the rain will come and the creek will grow that’s love in a modern age
i probably won’t survive the summer come autumn’s breeze i might recover blood will boil knowing how you’re far away i probably won’t survive the summer lonesome days one after another heartsick girl go cry to mother she’ll remind you how you used to laugh and play lonesome days one after another i’ll pay my taxes i’ll go to temple i’ll quit my...
but i don't even like...
old rusty frame and flat tires and not a lot to be desired your charm had faded in the weather but loving welds held you together fulfilling our desert dreams for the winter put that chainring of love around my finger the Pecos carried away the docks we took to finding skipping rocks a jungle thick with thorns and needles mesquite as tall as church cathedrals
i need your tattooed arms around me i need your flannel to keep me warm we can sway to bonnie ‘prince’ billy or get our toes wet at the shore my eyes will cry like oakland’s sky whenever i miss you but for now i’ll hold your hand tight and climb up to the mountain view … it’s time for me to move along the fog is making my heart cold i’m sorry this place...
Tuscon to Phoenix/ cowgirl thinkin' time
when many a thought turns to glances we’ve fought i know my affection has grown when half of this bed wants to hold you instead i don’t want to sleep here alone after longing for passion and too many old-fashioneds… the sweet things you said mix with whiskey in my head and i pick up the telephone moons shine above to illuminate old love we’re guiltless without the sun...
my heart isn’t broken - it’s still in one piece in a pearl-snap front pocket with his Camels and keys my feet seem to wander but my heart doesn’t stray from the boy in the black boots who didn’t ask me to stay fool me with your touch fools try more than once pink roses have wilted - lost their pretty hue they hang right above me in this bed meant for two were your hands in...
i wouldn’t take that sitting down but i don’t feel like standing up without your strong arms around me it’s cold here on this ground and my tears will fill this cup it ain’t the first time i’ll drink salty whiskey rivers rise and the earth will shake and you’ll put your arms around me fires rage and the levees break and you’ll keep your arms around me oh,...
tired eyes/ sunburned arms/ cut off shorts/ and shoes your toes peek through/ side by each/ sweaty brow/ worn out map/ singing polyphonic tunes baptize our love in the cold spring water/ lechuguilla heart only once will bloom/ with one foot in you’ll never get much further/ take my hand; new love we’ll dive into lightening storm/ still hot air/ electric skin/ we never feel a...
i’m chasing the sunset headed back to those blue eyes i’ll keep heading due west outrunning the moonrise the longer i have you the more that i want you can you blame me for wanting to please you? i’m liable to give you my heart in exchange for the blues if i’m guilty of liking your lovin’ what will my sentence be? i’m chasing the sunset headed back to those...
his song he thinks he hasn't heard
brown cold mornin’ the hard questions if only they were rhetorical under covers we see our breath still as you speak words implorable ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh brown-eyed and handsome don’t mean you’re easy lips have no mention of your heart continue sippin’ that flask of bourbon let inhibition fall apart...
hold me near
you held me near when we shuffled around the floor to bluegrass and twirled in the sky you held me near back then hold me near once again light your cigarette make me grin just a simple glance and we’ll begin interwoven legs until i spin into orbit drawn from within the moon is bright we’ll go for a swim the night is warm and so is your skin huddle close protect me from the wind hand...
hill country blues
you say too much with your eyes your looks leave me blue silver wings took you away and broke my heart anew i find no comfort in that bottle of Blanco’s finest ale but i combat lonesome with Clay Nightingale gone but not forgotten footprints lost by the morning no trace you’d ever come Jesus, give me strength to combat lonesome the water that we worshipped flowers under the surface...
i’m calling off all bets and withdrawing from this fight a white flag is all that i’ve got cupid’s Colt revolver is aiming straight at my heart and this time i’ll let him take the perfect shot those pretty eyes that turned my head a single flower that turned me red he thought he was acting smart with love’s lasso around my heart but i cut through that rope instead ...
a shot at this
there’s just two rounds in cupid’s Colt Revolver- the first one was blank, second one was true