Quartet
Kevin Young
I am tired of this place & want to take
a slow train to the moon—
Just jump the rails out past the pale
peeling walls of this here room.
I feel like a dog that done lost his tail
& keeps barking: soon? so soon?
Lay down outstretched among hail
& fallen stars, the rain's raggy tune.
a slow train to the moon—
Just jump the rails out past the pale
peeling walls of this here room.
I feel like a dog that done lost his tail
& keeps barking: soon? so soon?
Lay down outstretched among hail
& fallen stars, the rain's raggy tune.
