driving back to oakland, i take a detour

there is a cushion of ambient light on the horizon
i can push my finger into it and watch it slowly rise again
i clutch it and press it into my cheek
nuzzling the glow and slipping into unconsciousness
wrapping my body around it i sigh
turn off the lights and go to bed.

April seventh

I don't like to think about the days separating us
I don't like to wake up each morning and think

about how I'm wasting my youth
Time stabs you in the back and pushes you along
and I just want to be lost in the woods with my songs.