About six months ago I went into my calendar And I planned the rest of my life I only got two months in And beyond that I just wrote "Unbounded nameless future" Now we have arrived In unbounded nameless future And how could who you are Not be bound up in who you were? About three days ago I flipped all the way to the end And I thought: "What then?" That's just where I got tired of Writing those three dumb words out Good bye, mouth Now I have arrived In unbounded nameless future And who could my blue heart Not be totally bound up in your hair A dead deer Eyes Steve from The side of the road And roadkill Knows more than Steve'll ever know And somehow A dog walks From mountains and gin And sometimes How I wish I were part of him To be his tail, wagging To be his tongue, lolling To be his mouth, waiting For meat, salivating He sticks his snout into the carcass And sinks his tooth into flesh Deer can't scream so she just hardens Her heart and begs the dog to take what's left "Take what's left!"