South (of America)

oh

there's dogs calling awfully out here

there's cows with their mouths filled with tears

and there's black water curling all around where we lay

and i have been sad now too many days

and she would harness my heart if it harnessed that way.

so babe, i am going, i'm going away.

women are all gorgeous down here;

long and brown like deer.

and she's always arriving in her dark river skirt.

winding holes through the valley.

bending bones in the dirt.

hiding poems i had tossed under blankets of sand.

babe, i am sorry. i'm sorry i am.

it never gets cold way down here.

i can live off of watermelons and beer.

and i'll never go hungry; i will never go home.

never call to my lover, "lover, leave me alone."

never harden my heart like some fruit in the snow.

oh, babe i know this. unnoticded. unknown.