Purple Shearling

I just want you to win I just want
you to be happy I just want us
to turn the tables
and send the china flying

Break myself apart
teapot short and stout
turn me on over
and drain my self doubt

I’m up to my eyes in weeds
can’t see through most things
it’s a solitary scene flashing
silver dreaming wings.

Shake me to the bone
it all seems senseless
and alone a good laugh
in the scheme of things
but I don’t see the joke
it brings

Cut out the editor
lay it on the line
the more we play
on paper maybe
we’ll be fine

Are you sad for me?
Have I let myself go?

Fires burning all around us
How much longer
no one knows.