nimble angels of the black
night come to dance
with me to the moon
coyotes haggard fangs show
sucking all the roses dry
  all the white roses
child of the winter
wrap your arms around her
tight
holding on to the only
thing that matters
that makes sense on this
midnight ship
  the creamy amber moon
rises as the
    ship drops anchor
men hold up the stars
         which fill
        the sky oh so bright
a nice shade of gold 
and as she looks at me
her eyes glisten with
such
      might 

men of the spring war
home
sing sweet suicides
to their wives and
children to be
only for a moment
    the blood from
your mother
found smeared across the Red
      Sea
screaming sweet lullabies to the night
watching Queens drown their goats and
throwing their prayers in the River by the
     House

a dollar doesn't mean a damn thing
if you ain't ready for
anything
        he said

she asks of him
to bury her fingers
in the library
  a place where
she loved to be
  asks of him to take
her tongue out to sea
for the salt in the air lifted her spirits
  she asked of him once
       if she passed
to bury her mouth in the
woods for she loved
the taste
 asked him to throw her soul
in the garden where
the brown sunflowers grow
  before she left this
world all she wanted of
       him was to bury her heart
in the mortuary
away from the graphite minds
  whom consumed her
whole in the real world

it's really hard to find
June Bugs in the middle
of Spring only because
the man hasn't cried
yet
hasn't shed his winter's
coat
webs from the May spiders
connect our minds
for ideas to lightly walk
across while Mondays
bring dinner flowers
with a back pocket
full of lies and missed
birthdays- let us set
this house on fire
for these memories don't
deserve a home
anymore

Joni Mitchell ~ Big Yellow Taxi + Both Sides Now (BBC - 1969)

from this morning's walk