Don’t go to New Mexico That leaves no time to get familiar, just a week or so That leaves no time for the lake to balance these hot summer days Don’t go Don’t go to New Mexico That leaves no time to hit the bricks, shake the hips, take it to the floor That leaves no time to improve, to make these dance moves smooth Don’t go to New Mexico Canopy trees, it’s shade from our heads to our feet Swallows skim the ground picking beetles from the air with their beaks We take slugs from jugs, put the cork back tight We make a path through the prairie grass, before the light dims A hum creeps in, a cadence, a cicada rhythm Bats trade swallows as the shadows for the new night sky My tent is small, but the view is great A slightly mesh-skewed view of the entire Southern skyscape A little breeze, but the rent is cheap Don’t go Now Fall is here and the leaves pile up You’re writing for the local rag in a river town You’ve got teeth for the truth, can’t wait to see what you do Don’t go to New Mexico

He said, “I’d like to walk to Boudhanath It’s three miles through the city.” Thijn was kind enough to join him They would head out after their tea and their porridge Despite the fact, they were given a map The streets wind every way “I seem to remember it was South West. Let’s use the sun to be sure, it’s our best bet.” Put the pen to the paper like a rock through the floor Put that love in a letter and sweep the ash out the door It’s the motorbikes through alleyways It’s the backyards through the garden gates It’s sleeping when you’re so far away Rickshaw! Rickshaw! All done up like Mardi Gras Up on the handlebars The driver, there On his gears and his wheels His eyes on the crowd And his teeth on his nails The rib-cage cow's got her nose in the trash Her eyes looking sad And human at that The eyes in the chimney See it all from above Looking down on the city With some bodhicitta Put the pen to the paper like a rock through the floor Put that love in a letter and sweep the ash out the door It’s the motorbikes through alleyways It’s the backyards through the garden gates It’s sleeping when you’re so far away

What do you do with the love That every man seems to end up givin you? I put a dollar in that offering plate Oh a few too many times Like so many before me I thought I had found my salvation Once I could see But now I'm blind What do you do with the songs Men like me wind up singin you Community Muse, Does that make you feel liked? Just remember this melody Echoed right out of a heart that's beating My ribs are all bruised From squeezin this guitar so tight If no's the most powerful word that you've got Then just say it But until you do I'll keep beatin against the wind I'd travel tonight But some other guy Is safe and convenient As for me, we both know I'm your favorite sin Anyone else Would be kicked to the curb But I'll lay down in the gutter And pray for your word I ran out of pride I'll just wait my turn And when you deign to let me see you You'll feel how I burn You tell me I'm trouble Well girl I'm a stone wheel in motion Not easily started and even less easily slowed You spun me up real good In a back booth at Transmission Your trouble began with a kiss that you stole If no's the most powerful thing you can say Please just say it Cause until you do I'll keep riding through the night A few hours with you Sixteen on the road At risk of arrest Darlin, you're in me like a knifestone

Outside my window and higher Than I would like to go He’s all tied up in phone wire Extends like rays of hello's and “goodbye's So longs, please helps My house is on fires It's raining So he sits there and braves it With asteroid-size hail ice crystals comin down like he’s in Hollywood This isn’t Blow-Up or Cortazar He shakes his head amid air conditioner units

Roll up the rugs This room may flood Your boots are waterproof, but the sheets will soak through When it rains, it floods Now rearrange the contents of the basement in order to anticipate the rain water moving in Drip by drip by drip by drip by... As the volumes change hands And the water forms into meandering paths He thinks, “It’s been a long time since it’s flooded like this It’s been a long time - about minutes to drips.” Machine elves cuttin’ across Is he really thinking / making things with his thoughts? Bubbles out the mouth dropping with the weight of cue balls? This message is transmitted From the basement of the world There’s plenty of light through the Southern window It beams inside from the pale moon outside He can’t get the red dress wet It was far too expensive That thing is a time bomb ticking down here in this basement Now latch up the windows And sweep up the wet worms that drop through the windows Put mamma long legs in a shoebox with her babies The clouds drift in collision, scrape and shed drops like the wind-blown branches of a pine When the sky grows dark, call the dog inside His mind races on While walking, he realizes there are still trees Big and blooming from the ground Makes him feel like a miniature Between the moon and lightning flashes, he can see For a minute the map of language on the backyard Where the tent was sitting It’s upstairs, too, at the kitchen table And now there’s fingers tapping on the roof A thousand beats intersecting – One solid line of “mmmmmmmmmm”. Machine elves cuttin’ across Is he really thinking / making things with his thoughts? Bubbles out the mouth dropping with the weight of cue balls? This message is transmitted From the woods and the city There’s plenty of light from behind the eyes There’s plenty of white lightlight

Sweep my spirit out across the street I just need to walk I clear the fog when I move my feet I just need to walk Are you out there walking alone in Atlanta Or are you holed up in that silent hill hotel My hands are too free to be out here without yours As we go walking through the neighborhood at night Sweep my spirit out across the street I just need to walk I clear the fog when I move my feet I just need to walk Are you out there in the heart and heat of Georgia You know to me you are the moonlight and the pines My hands are too free to be out here without yours As we go walking through the neighborhood at night Jesse look up at the sky When the light from the moon catches your eyes and mine You’ll know I'm with you tonight And yeah you're not here by my side If my heart grows more fond I may just lose my mind Jesse look up at the sky There’s no good reason to why I should feel such discontent I was blessed to be born to a good home I still have some youth and health left yet Sweep my spirit out across the street I just need to walk I clear the fog when I move my feet I just need to walk Are you out there in the heart and heat of Georgia You know to me you are the moonlight and the pines My hands are too free to be out here without yours As we go walking through the neighborhood at night Jesse look up at the sky When the light from the moon catches your eyes and mine You’ll know I'm with you tonight And yeah you're not here by my side If my heart grows more fond I may just lose my mind Jesse look up at the sky