Foals in winter coats
White girls of the North
File past one five
and one
They are the fabled lambs
of Sunday ham
The EHS norm
And they can float
above the grass
In circles if they tried
A latent power
I know they hide
To keep some
hope alive
That a girl like I
could ever try
Could ever try
So we just skirt
the hallway sides
A phantom and a fly
Follow the lines
and wonder why
There's no connection
A week of rolling eyes
And cheap shots
from the trite
And we're off
to Nemarca's porch again
Another afternoon
with the goat-head tunes
And pilfered booze
We wander through
her mama's house
And the milk from
the window lights
Family portrait
circa ninety-five
This is that foreign land
With the sprayed-on tans
And it all feels fine
Be it silk or slime
So when they tap
our Monday heads
Two zombies walk
in our stead
This town seems
hardly worth the time
And we'll no longer
memorize or rhyme
Too far along
in our crime
Stepping over
what now towers
to the sky
With no connection
So when they tap
our Sunday heads
Two zombies walk
in our stead
This town seems
hardly worth the time
And we'll no longer
memorize or rhyme
Too far along in our crime
Stepping over what now
towers to the sky
With no connection