I’ve been told you can live a long, long time on the love of a dog.
And that things get bitter and bad when the people are wrong.
And sleep can be had for the price of a song,
Late in the day when the options are gone.
When the seatbelt’s the only hug you’ve felt in weeks.
When wrong numbers are the totality of your social life.
You have scarce strategies of wildlife,
Only flummox the hell out of you, kid.
I first saw her in a megastore.
The day-glow raven, born into a freefall.
Like plastic easter basket grass,
Fallen from an overpass.
The fulfillment of a 10th grade prophecy.
A motel masterpiece.
Blind to the branching possibilities,
Blind to linked in possibilities,
Teardrops were standing in my eyes.
Like deer before they bolt.
It was like I was stretching my arm through the cat-door to heaven.
I was thinking,
I could lick the frosting off these summer days
If the nights were half as sweet.
The Avalanches just put up a demo of a new track with lyrics read by David Berman, and it just completely blew me away. I don’t believe I’ve read anything better than this in a long, long time.
