More Yellow Birds

Is your jewelry still

Lost in the sand

Out on the coast

Or rushed into the brine

You left your rings

On the shoreline

So you wouldn't lose them

Swimming in the shallows

A plastic shovel soft sweaty children far from home

On vacation not unlike your very own

And the Captain Howdy lit

Upon my shoulder

And he left me with sulfur

And rooms full of headaches

I fell in with snakes

In the poisoned ranks of strangers

Please send me more yellow birds

For the dim interior

Will my pony recognize my voice in hell

Will he still be blind or do they go by smell

Will you promise me not to rest me out at sea

But on a fiery river boat that's rickety

I'll never find my pony along the rolling swells

A muddy river or a lake would do me well

With hints of amber sundowns and muted thunderstorms

A sunken barge's horns with the cold rusty bells