Baby hangs on her arms
Strange fruit on a tree,
Her other arm
On a broken wheel.

She tells me what she wants:
“A wrap, a kit, one Old E .
Got somethin for my baby?
Anything for free ? “

“Honey I’ll pay you back tomorrow
I’ll be working tonight you hear
Just something to borrow
Anything, please?”

“My head hurts
Im a dollar short on three,
Come on now suga
Im good for it sweety”

Baby hangs on her arms
Strange fruit on a tree
Her other arm
On a broken wheel.

His head slumped over
With pearly eyes,
He’ll love his mama
Until the day he dies.

An Old Friend

We wrestled beneath the tomato vines,
Our elbows and knees beneath a broken cage,
Finding each other when no one was looking…
With dirt in our hair, and smiles in our eyes.

I listened in the garden until dark.
Prayers passed,
And the billows of sage rose from
The kettles in town.

What words were you forced to leave with?

All that has left

All that has left
So silently,
Wanders among weeds,
Savors sweat as wine
And carnal company…

What of the eastern sun
Which never sets?
What of the whispered tongue
Upon a lovers lips?

All that has left,
Parted with the wind,
And the warmth beneath
The dearest wing.

Sing…
Sing…
Sing…
What of the eastern sun
Which never sets?
What of the whispered tongue
Upon a lovers lips?

I know love
Lets no wicked rest.
And I know grace
Weighs heavy
Upon my chest.