all the songs this morning are rambling songs
has the profane algorithm found me
or is god speaking in the voice
of Ramblin’ Jack Elliot and Rosalie Sorrels

being just ‘stitious enough to consider the possibility 
the day may come when I do indeed start walking
until I someday fall and turn into a tree
like my friend Jeri once described to me -- I finished

fighting currents several miles back and here
I just want to lay my head in a comfortable place
the world is erasing itself and someday I’ll be sand too
but can’t I just hide in her arms and pass by this road

dear lord, why not