In the Rows

In the day you're muddy In the rows Sweating lemonade & April cool You build to be a builder In the dark you're smoking By the lights Talking nothing, and the question That you ask to be an asker When you push the season forward Make the days spin in your head How's it look to you, lil lover? Tween the living & the dead? In my cave I'm freezing Sniffing ginger, sifting cedar in my shoebox I stew to be a stewer In the road I'm wheeling Blinded by the floodlights of the new I'm gone to be a goner When I put the season past me Something's missing in the blur Look behind me for my breadcrumbs Getting pecked at by the birds