More Brother Rides

Mention of the stars reduce us back

They, about them, have time's things hanging

We are around near the railroad track

Checking out the thundering

Names you call could have been ours

To call and live among them

Friends come by and spend some hours

And then back down to working

At night, things come and half a life, not so silly walking

All different clothes in the half light and a halting way of talking

There really was one way to be, yet this is not it, we think

To be such younger folk as we, not levelled as we drink

We're busted up, so ragged down and kissing and subsisting

Our eyes glint wild and roll around and the dog, he whines, insisting

He asks that we allow the sex to make us unrecognizable

That we allow slow violence to prove us re-baptizable