Your path

He said one more time, like a lie in his teeth Then the room folded flat, and the floor swallowed deep Needles on the dresser, ash on the glass

He watched his own hair turn smoked into black Past the blue flash, past the cold breath He was gone, gone, gone, but not all the way yet

At my own grave At my own grave

The future came, and left me alone Sky turned silver, no birds, no rain a cracked up highway sign, with his date and his name

He walked through the weeds, where the headstones lean saw his mother's roses, dry and brown at the scene past the blue flash, past the cold breath he was gone gone gone, but not all the way