endless

1982 stands right next to me
looking at me with that
thing it does with its eyes
say something
coyote prints down by the sand
in the three-quarter moon
brother rolls up and down this
jungle trail trolling the slow
cognac for the three-quarter prom
moon wind to blow the old cabin down
I don’t need to look up as much
anymore I feel them
those big round eyes on my soul
seven bounces me to the edge
eight goes over or not but
i’m not so sure I believe anymore
in the myth of loss
1984 tapping out code
say it