Cold Turkey Blues

I am still hearing sighs from neighborhood dogs

singing some cold turkey blues 

and it has become tougher to sleep

drunk a night or seven a week

counting down each day until days become newspaper articles and deja vu  

bleeding through nostrils, hands, or mouth

petting brows

eyes are glued to mirrors and reflections 

spotting receding hairlines and wrinkles on my head

while waiting for twenty-one

lsd playing some casualty of birth 

running from cars and stealing cops

careers, rearing cars 

and the dead sheep is keeping me warm tonight

brother baby son follow some old families love of guns

and cut your fat in half 

foamy mouths on mountain tops 

seizing seizures

die, dying, dead

dreaming, waking, being

crying, fucking, blowing

mother was beat in the head

mother was loving men

I am teasing time

closing my eyes waiting for the sound of a train

or swinging on swings, kicking the trees

fall in love

find a hobby or fear

I am sorry your funeral will never be on my mind

dead or alive, I will be kissing your no lip upper lip and loosing track of time