i was a big
d major add 9 chord
as i rolled over western
new york
lush green
with vineyards
plumping fruit fit
for spirits and ghosts
clickity clack
you can’t go back
clickity clack
you can’t go back
then writhing
trapped in my
four-foot
duffel bag world
racked in agony
long on the tracks
i had to empty myself
of everything
clickity clack
you can’t go back
clickity clack
you can’t go back
bhagiti beaver fallls, ny 6.23.07