TEN MINUTES BEFORE THE FIRST SNOWFALL


They placed the mantle on him, his sage reputation

Lies lies lies

You drop anchor in a field of wheat

The serotonin is that sweet, blessed clear blue sky above a desert

But then the other sponsor comes about--

His silver watch flies off, skids down through the blue ice melt

That's why I like to sit up high, where I can see the olive trees

Taste the mountains in this glass of water

I know your eyes dilate when the knife tip touches her throat

It's nice and cold in this bed--pure as famine

The wind moves silently over the pasture land

It rushes around all the outdoor furniture