In my new ranch style home
I lay my head on your lap
in my new ranch style home
I’m my new ranch style home
The oven’s heart is blown out
Months ’n months ago
the replacement
what began to travel
has never arrived
Old spent grounds then
live in the coffee
machine For a lifetime grow
white curly beard hairs Hear
sobs in the furniture
-less living room I’m
a head on a pillow of yesterday’s
bath towels Tomorrow
a head on your lap
in this new misery life
Drive into the desert’s
mannequin warehouse
looking for someone
fashionable
posable I settle
settle for you
I can afford no better
I’m allowed to
comb my hair with your fingers
This is how we agreed
a little society should work