Dead in the center of the carrot field
Where you wrote your first haiku.
October went better in my head.
You put your favorite conductor
In the outlet by your bed.
You don’t think I remember?
I’ve never been so scared.
Don’t let the grass grow around me,
Around you.
Dead in the river by the bivouac,
But some things only change.
Happy birthday! Happy birthday!
I saw you flicker in a chorus of
Pale leaves. You said
“Don’t make a big plan,
You’ll lose your patience quick.”
Don’t let the grass grow around me,
Around you.
We met as a double stop on a worn out maplewood violin;
Singed the air and split apart like two passing merchant ships
Under a wicked blood moon. Yet the violinist’s song kept
Moving right along, and I was fasting with the conviction
The Good Father had heard my prayer.
“Swift turn these boats around, how unimportant are my wares!
I’ve realized I can’t live as a single seasick, horsehair pitch;
We were meant to occupy the same space not once,
But in every crest. My God, give me coda!”
Picking at acres of dry skin,
I made a little cemetery of my bedroom floor.
The four songs on the new EP from Rylie DeGarmo give country melodies a mysterious glow, recalling the best of Cowboy Junkies. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 25, 2022