It’s milky gray October here and when
I wake up, they’re tearing down the house next door.
You are in another city living out
A possibility of mine.
Someone else is knocking on the window.
It’s time to go to work.
I’ll hitch the ride and tell you about it later.
The sun is a spotlight in the south and it will follow me whereever I go.
My lips are still raw from you baby I’m still all bloodied up.
Bamboo was growing up through the floor of the house next door,
They couldn’t save it.