Thaddeus J. Everly (1979-2004)

He needed a place to crash,
after too many shots of Ice 101
he said he'd be gone in a few hours,
and I believed him

He said he was Brazilian,
and he'd just gotten out of jail,
as he showed me the pictures
I believed him

He had a funky way of cooking,
and a quirky, hyperactive style
But he filled my days with laughter
and I believed him all the while

He told me I was raised right,
my innocence still intact,
that I was the intimate child,
so I believed him

He picked me up from work each day
for two weeks in a car without heat,
be he was always sweet,
and I believed him

He said she was an old friend of his,
with his arms wrapped around her waist,
he had called her on her cell phone
and I believed him, just in case

One day we went up north,
to pick his old friend up from prison,
frozen in a car with no heat and all blankets
and I believed him

We stopped at some house in Hardwick,
trying to procure gas money,
when they said it'd take half an hour,
and I believed him

That jail-bird violated parole,
and fell in love with my friend Liz,
but he wrote me two letters of optimism,
and I believed him

I still don't own a cell phone today
for a text message three months too late
when he said that everything was alright,
and foolishly believed him.

Queer Fantasies

And I woke up
as my mind was still poking around
the 18-holes of green
searching for my hands,
whom disappeared like the Cheshire Cat
when suddenly Bugs Bunny appeared
under the shade of an elm,
reading a newspaper,
and whistling
Waiting for Elmer Fudd's obnoxious creeping
before dressing up as Lola
to ask him for a drink.
"Ehh, what a lovely shotgun you have, Grandpa,"
Lola had said in her falsetto voice,
stroking the barrel with a white glove.
Elmer Fudd blushed and sputtered,
and finally, with a miraculous grin,
whispered into her gray furry ear,
"the bettah to shoot you with, pwetty wabbit!"

Every 28 Days

Barbed wire cinches around my ovaries

and no energy for anything

I'm sad and scared,

the tears welling up inside

before someone enters the room

I'm quick to snap curt remarks

Suddenly I'm sexy and organized

before my pants drop two sizes

Walking around with cotton in my vagina

or a sticky pad in my underwear

feeling the clotted blood slide between my lips

as I walk to the nearest toilet

No, I don't want to go camping

or swimming right now

I need something for gassy balloons of pain in my abdomen

and to make five days go by.

In Full Bloom

I hold the crumpled words under my tongue

as the rain patters on my window outside

I pay it no mind

caught up in this twenty-something disease

and redefining my sense of self

keeps the time occupied

All this responsibility and obligation,

to sign my life on the dotted line

for the doctors and the collectors

still light-headed from the fall

and tingling with erotic anticipation

of writing under a darker name

freedom from moral institution

that may have shunned this blossoming child.

Goddess Incarnate

I am Isis,

the goddess of ten thousand names

I, who collected the pieces of my brother and husband

Osiris,

I listen to your prayers with a mother's heart

and bring closure to metamorphosis

and holding the baby Horus,

grant you fertile blessing of the earth.

Spirit Walk

Burn, incense, burn

and cleanse this ragged soul

with depths unprecedented

on ancient Rosetta Stone

The yellow smog from my aura

condenses on my skin

Listen to the steady drum of my heart,

while deep breaths open the door

to within

Find solace in acceptance

the mind tends to wander

my crystallized sphere of energy

makes me cover my eyes

There are no deeds to be measured

on the path to reincarnation

only lessons learned

and the people we influence

when I stand before the Grand Council

of the Universal Mind.

Killing the Creature

I close my eyes
to listen to the grass growing
and the leaves' joyful laughing
after the cool rain stops
and I notice the twisting cloud of smoke
before it enters my lungs
the smoke rings
drifting in front of me with ease
I lick the drops of salty sweat
collecting on my upper lip
and push a curly lock out of my face
before writing this poem
with spiraled hands
and the sun's glare on my mind.
The blue space is clogged
with ashes from another time
but I keep dragging on the stink of swamp
killing Frankenstein's monster
to resurrect some semblance
of real life on a stormy night.

The Coming of the Sun

Only the moon knows her dreams

While the sun tries to sleep

Waking in sweaty torment

from the nightmares and the shakes

craving the chemical toxins

that claim the years unspent

And his fingers burn her flesh

with yellow nicotene stains

and cold-hearted desire

the tender, fading bruises

are enflamed as her cresting tide breaks

and she's slowly reeled back into reality

as the salty ocean drips down her thighs

stepping back from the sun's chaotic flame

the moon returns to her silvery prophetic dance of life.

Woman's Grief

Quiet, rainy days

and I'm ready to scream

scratching at the walls of my universe

aching for something different

the familiarity of wet pavement

under my bare feet in the afternoon

and the sing-song teasing of the wind

are all meaningless; all too often

Maybe I should have died in March

to ease the monotony of unreal pain

My life is remembered for

waiting on fantasies that never come true.

Do these responsibilities make me a woman?

These physical components, these mood cycles?

Is it the gentle caress of compassion,

or the tears shed for my corrupted innocence?

Who here will take the blame for my cracked existence?

"The reality of my life..."

The reality of my life

is veiled over by tired, exhausted eyes

As I'm sitting here plastered in a shitty blue chair

barely awake enough to do my mind-numbing job

or watch the seconds tick by on my phone

tick, tick, tick

I can't believe our paths have parted

but I know it means some truth

is at my fingertips

The sacrifices made for knowledge unearthed

so many words spill over needlessly

only to be greeted by a chill-evoking silence

and the earth is shaky and unbalanced under my feet,

but I still find the strength to stand

for my five-minute break

craving compassion and human contact

to keep me alive in this place.

An Ode to Living Poetry

I get the picture

there's one big thing missing

But after all,

whom here isn't a work in progress?

I read your poems,

the words rumbling and tumbling

in that compassionate voice

stuck in my head

I was consumed in your fire

and the insanity of a life felt wasted.

I found your sensual beauty,

says the nameless girl lying in the bed,

But I refuse to be another coincidence

because I swallowed the things you gave me

and now my time is ripe

for fucking --- womanhood,

or did I mention my guardian divinity smokes cigarrettes?

Fallen so far from humanity

the soul contorts into a monster

the scars carved and chosen for the flesh

We dance the tango of mortality

and then weep on Eternity's breast.

So welcome to my late-night psychic rhythms,

where the neon signs are pulsing

and the pussy's always wet -

so fuck this human decency

and let some words bounce in my head

Like the noisy humming of my headset

or the wheezing sounds of phlegm.

Today I cried when I absorbed your words

melting sympathy into innocence

as I look for those golden rings around my eyes

trying not to think about

the self-loathing destruction

evident from the previous night.

So play your casual tension

the romanced bodhisattva knight

because nothing's more true than

those placid green eyes and a bearded grin and smile.

Youthful Morning

I feel the earth move

The Strength and the Passion

of two people dancing;

moving their bodies to the rhythm

of a peaking ecstasy

Feel the tingle of scent and skin,

the blushing gasp of an intoxicating thing

as it moves within and above us,

expending lustful energy on a divine youthful morning.

Post-Psych Ward Poetry

I.

Each passing minute

is another spent without you

This confusion rings like static

across the distance between us

Awkward silence and emotion

I lay awake burning for you

These tears taste salty and real

The plastic bags of moving

surround my floor

My life is all in vain

I'm seduced by your sweet darkness

and I'm waiting for you in the shadows

watching your guiding star

as you weep in silence; seemingly alone

Don't be afraid of what's bound to happen

And I'm sorry I'm stuck this way

But know everything is beautiful and perfect

when the reality of my life is fading away

II.

My heart reaches out to you from across the distance -

I cling to the phone, but you do not answer

I swear I see death everywhere I turn

Everything is wrong, and yet,

perfect in it's eternity

I feel the urge to die, and cling to your need

a little tighter

My life is lost; worthless

I want to be washed looking in your eyes

I refuse to accept the lie in front of me

Can I change it? Can I learn to be happy?

I need your help, I feel so alone again

Hey! Don't you hear my cries of desperation from deep within?

I want to be able to feel your love.

I want to feel goodness; instead of the black tar

of shame and doubt.

Help me out of this mental cage.

III.

Bruised and broken am I;

Purple fades to yellow

the stinging pain reaches deep

I grit my teeth in anticipation

but disappointment falls upon me

like heavy rain

Tears streak down my cheeks

Nothing compares to the pain within

And somehow I like the punishment

as the blood drips from calloused skin

Twisted power coming through this marionette

If you knew the hardships I've faced,

Understand that I am gifted,

a child of the Divine must be tested,

and proven true.

IV.

The battle rages within;

an eternal struggle of light and dark -

I keep the demon at bay;

feeding it self-destruction and pain

My halo is held up by horns

and I pick at the scabs just to feel again

this numbness goes on forever

as I reach out for help from another soul

Carry me away from here Grim Reaper -

Cross the fantasy realm of your wild imagination

Are you dreaming, or traveling?

I look within for your secrets,

and search deeper for my own answers.

My heart clings to yours,

the static heat of passion

rubbing warmth back into my self.

V.

Dirty flesh, dirty mind

My hair slicked back with grime

Sunken, sad eyes

sickened by the twists of Fate

Suicide Note

The girl with the sad face wanders,

clouded and alone

Lost without hope or future,

she sacrificed herself just to feel alive

All that pain and hurt,

her heart wept behind closed doors.

Where did it all go wrong?

Why can't she live her life normal?

Everyone turned away from her

Except for the hatred in the mirror

The darkness stepped a little farther from the shadows,

in her smoky paranoid dream.

The faded cuts on her arms

bleed the pain she held within

"the monster wants out" she whispers,

dragging the razor deeper,

nerve-wracking shaking from the pills swallowed

the bottles fell to the floor.

She hated the person she'd become,

wild eyed and crazy once again

But this time she lay in her bed quiet,

and watched the world at the horizon of a new dream.

As Much As I Can Stand

Sometimes my soul forgets to fly
I lose track of who I am
Slave to the life I didn't want
Yet this world passes away
The closer you are to me
+
My pain, my past is trivial
Compared to your mountain
How can you carry that burden?
I plead for you to stop
Because the past still matters to me
Come rest your pain here
I want to share it all for a while
As much as I can stand
+
I listen to you
Becoming the person you wanted
which never was much
You want to live freely
Fuck your parents, all their abuse
These are things I want too
My ticket out of here just might be you
Give me everything you have
I'll piggyback your dreams --
+
When I lose track of who I am
Slave to the life I chose
Before you wrapped your arms around me
Circling my mind like the stars
I turn dizzy when this world slips away
+
My pain is trivial
Share your sad stories
Your suicide and your sorrow
Your life is too much to bear
I'm addicted to the pain
As much as I can stand
+
Your words slip through my fingers
Sneak a smile, a silent kiss in your sleep
My misery is the seductive kind
+
You're an angel sent from the grave
A short fix to pull me back in
I know that life is still waiting
But I've been here before
I'll soothe your anger
And wash my hands in your blood again
+
I said give me some of your pain
Feel it pumping into my veins
I must still be alive
Alive enough anyway
+
Your past haunts me too
Come rest your pain here
We're all failures in our youth
My heart dares to cry
As much as I can stand
+
I know I'm still shit
Hideous, stupid and ignored
I've heard your lovely phrases before
Heard your filthy promises
Tell me what I want to hear
This can only end in more pain
+
As much as I can stand
Until my tears fall like glass breaking
It's the only reason I can cry
When you turn your back on me
I'll take it all the way to the grave this time
I'm addicted to your pain

Transition Period

Curly, dirty blonde hair
Hanging in locks over her freckled face
Feet curled up underneath her on the bed
Or in a chair
Writing furiously
As words drip from her like tears
With cold, pale hands
And fingernails bitten short
Writing with a black pen,
now purple, now blue
Her red-brimmed green eyes
Hiding behind her glasses

A silver spider necklace hangs down
On a delicate chain, she subconsciously touches it
Fingers brushing her protruding collarbone
She worries about her image
And touches the bruises, the scratches
On her arms from work
She thinks about her ex
She cries a little more

Driving home from work,
She flips through her CD's
Looking for the right one,
but feeling the indifference
Later she changes into her dragon wrap-skirt
Remembering a dream she had the other night
And a pale tank top
She slips on her worn, brown sandals
She calls me

These aching muscles

These aching muscles
This chaos I call hair
This chipped blue fingernail polish
I claim is beauty
See this scarred skin
See these sunken blue eyes
See my chapped lips
Can't you see my seasons?
Dripping with experience
Shivering with pain
and smile at pleasant memory
Know this pen and paper
See my heart exposed
And how can I keep writing
when the words aren't enough?

For _____

Emotion rips through your skin
A cresting tidal wave
As you take to the skies
Darkened by the pain of desire,
do not fear the beast inside me.

Heavenward is the vigil
A sign of your grace
Where your heart couldn't be
And you kindness would sting my face
like the frost upon my window
In a faded snowed-in memory
A flickering spark in a cloud of self-doubt

Your strongest foe is inside you
Until the final battle all remained calm
The storm of needles and blades
Show me the meaning of self-sacrifice
Show me the way of the warrior
Show me the secrets of the self
In all that is renewed,
and in everything that is dying.

No Faith

"No faith"
I whispered aloud
while everyone slept
watching the faces of my past
creep in and out of memory
like a long shadow
on the ground before my feet
"Why" I ask the moon,
in misty breath,
Though I have
no feeling in my fingers
"No faith in me"
I say to my reflection
in the muddy puddle
Cold within and cold without
I am Death's gentle virgin
But to no other
He waits for me on the other side
of this revelation
And whispers in the darkness
gentle charms, enchanting my dreams,
He brings out the death in me
Closer to the edge I walk
Crawl, and sometimes whimper
"It's not that simple"
I scream at everyone
But, they don't see
what's stripped down
when I am naked
They don't see
the cold rock of my former heart
beaten and bruised
Alone once again
I am left to die.

Smoking

I'm breathing smoke,
and wielding fire
Life's water courses through my veins
My feet are of the earth,
My soul devours the heavens.

Mad Dying

My soul drips
as I sink into the dusty cracks
My body numb from the silence
Eternity's price still to be paid

White light surpasses the sound
Seeping through the secret door
Blinding my sight from reality
I watch myself scream

Blank spaces engulf my being
Lost forever in the mist
As madness takes its time
Clawing at the blurry lines

Between two worlds
What divine existence
Lingers like a dark shadow
Crying in the twilight

Life's subtle cycles
and delicate strings
drift in the wind
in a waking dream.

When Guilt finds her Shame
And Fate lifts her veil,
While dancing Death's flame ,
I watch the darkness pale.

Sunrise # 3, Same Morning

And again.

Sunrise # 2, Same Morning

More from the same morning.

Sunrise

This was taken by a friend of mine in the early morning outside our dorms.

Creation Story

And the preacher stood up on his milk carton and said:
"And the great black beasts rose up! Up from the ground, up from the dirt, up from their very graves! They caused chaos. They wreaked havoc. They raped the mothers and daughters and beheaded the men of the indigenous people. Then the fires. Oh, the fires! A large, giant bonfire that touched the heavens and singed its very edges! They burned the bodies, burned the forests, burned everything. Then they ate marshmallows. And smores. The smores tasted good. Like charred human flesh. The beasts stayed up for eternity, their black shadows dancing around the fire. Dancing around and around, faster and faster until they fell over laughing. Laughing so hard their sides ached. Laughing so hard the ground they had emerged from shook. And that black, charred dirt cracked, leaving holes in the earth. Then like Pandora's box in reverse, the black shadow beasts fell, back into the ground, back into their graves, back into the very caves and crevices of hell. Another massacre well performed. But the Gods had been watching. Secretly. In hiding. They looked across the empty dead lands, feeling much like Chernoble, and they cried, much like the sensitive, cowardly Gods they are. They cried and cried until the entire planet was covered in salty tears. Killed all the slugs, you know. The lightning and thunder came, then came the coughing, wheezing winds. Causing tidal waves that washed out all the... water. And the Gods' mother (yes, even Gods have mothers) spoke: "Now look at what you've done! You ignorant children!" And she grunted. Then, with her hands working quickly, she thrust her hands into the water and pulled up the mud underneath. With this mud, she formed humans. Yup, Humans. Out of mud. And the great Mother, formed human, showed the mortals how to live, harvest their crops, and told them how to procreate. Then she left. Generations went by. Then the humans forgot the ways of the great Mother and slowly turned into their natural form, evil soldiers of mud. They stopped procreating, stopped harvesting, and eventually stopped believing in the great Mother. The great Mother felt saddened by this, but also angry. She was so angry she grinded her teeth and cause the earths to crack, and the black shadow beasts to emerge once again. So don't forget where you came from, you ignorant humans! Don't forget how to make babies, don't forget how to feed yourselves! Don't forget that she who has the power to give, also has the power to take away!"

Red Barn Door

What can come of a red barn door?
Tall and faded.
It’s not what’s on the other side, but the opportunity to pass through it.
An invitation, to choose or to leave behind.
It’s this freedom of choice I want.

I don’t believe I have ever found such a prominent closed door.
A resounding “no” shouts in my head as I step closer.
I am on the path to my future; and my fate is my own.
The sun shines on my face, and cars pass behind me.

What can come of a red barn door?
Especially one that is cracked open?
If I pry with my fingernails or push with my strength I might force the door to open.
It might be sinful or simply wrong.
I cannot see the future.

Shall I force the door or shall I pass it by?
Decisions become a person’s experiences, but have I ever made the wrong decision?
Am I accidentally spontaneous, or am I just insecure?

What can come of a red barn door?
Especially one that is open a crack?
My decision is made,
My fate is pronounced,
And yet I feel
Unfinished.

[*Note: This was written for a photography writing exercise. Unfortunately, I do not have a copy of the photo anymore. ]

Time

I've been here a few minutes
I've been here a few days
But the days turn to weeks
and weeks to years
I cry
There's not many things I know for certain
Except I'm here
and I was born
I know I will die
But until then
I spend my time
Day in, Day out
Watching the sun go down
I've seen better times
I've seen worst times
But they always go away
I think back
upon the monotonous tune of my life
radiating with an essence of gray
I don't know how long I've been here
I don't know how long I'll stay
But I'm here
Stuck in a rut
I've seen better times
I've seen worst times
I know they always go away
But until then I spend my life,
Day In, Day Out
Watching the sun go down
As the minutes turn to hours,
And the hours turn to days,
Wondering why
I cry.

Give me an Hour

Just give me an hour
To turn things around
Walking into the beautiful night
A chance to talk
A chance to change
We could do something different
It’s up to you, really
Embark on a journey, adventure, pilgrimage
From which we shall never return
If only and What if
Stop thinking like that
And do what you will
Live for the now
The future is opening it’s doors
(and windows)
Stick with the good things
The rest is all baggage; intertwined
For shame we’re too late
To find so much similar
I thought I was alone:
Inconceivable!
Nervous?
We’ll start easy
Logic and reasoning are:
Left behind in the mud
But we’re standing on a whim
Welcome to my world,
Like that brook - heart, soul, and mind
Rushing off into the woods
Without a flashlight
Where we can roam
Becoming forgotten
While sanity sleeps
Dancing with both (bare) left feet
Under the light of the full moon
Time slows down
And eternity sets in
Let me show you sometime
Just give me an hour

Rainbows

Icy cold breath on the back of my neck
My skin shivers but I do not fear
Darkness surrounds my physical body
The cold cement my only friend
Slow, methodical tears fall from my eyes
In this world I am empty without you.

I said we were inseparable
And meant invincible.
Being wrong hard is hard to bear.

The chains on my hands and feet are reminders of my mistakes.
What if, What if, What if
That’s not important anymore.
I have lost all hope, I think
Tell me what it was, exactly
I have my memories.

Hiding in the closet
Of your own room,
You pointed that barrel
At the roof of your mouth.
Was it really supposed to be loaded?
Even in death I can hear you ironic laughing
What the hell did you expect to find, rainbows?

[*Note: Some lines were used in a poem found earlier in the blog, however, this was the original]

Summer, 2003

There’s a certain stillness in eternity,
A certain calm feeling of patience
That washes over you like a cool breeze
Coming off the lake as the waves roll upon shore
And the crickets chirp anxiously.

Like drinking mates we sang
Crude and beautiful and out of key
We laughed and shared a few moments
Under the amber city lights.

Pretending we were lovers without any care
Or at least we thought so
Confident of our future together
And certain of our past.

It’s a type of ease
When I’m sitting close to you
Feeling your burden and helping you through
Listening to your breath
As shadows dance before us in the darkness

Lie With Me

Listen to the beat

Overflowing your life
It rushes your thoughts
Heightens your body
Feel the tingling
That tells you it is time
For your future
Flesh drawn tight
Across the body
Veins pulse
Innocence runs through them
One touch is all she needs
Cast her under the spell
“Lie down with me, my Beautiful”
Onto black silk sheets
Draw my fingers carefully
And hold you forever
Believe me, we were made to be one.
She is frozen in fear
I kiss her mouth gently
Make love with me, my darling
When we are done,
“Lie down with me, my Beautiful”
We shall be ready to die
Wrap you in my arms
Your innocence is lost
Naked woman
But you are unchanged
I can hear your thoughts
Don’t tell me you love me
Love is terribly naïve
But I will still feel for you.
Come to me
With your troubles
“Lie down with me, my Beautiful”
Stare into my eyes
Lost forever
Innocence
But everything will be okay.

The Devil's Bride

An amber spark of light
Dances in the dark
Blessed flame
You are my constant
Caught between two worlds, I am
Living in life and traveling through death
Time is an infinity
I have everything and crave more
Caught in limbo, the devil laughs
I am his beauty
Bound to life and chained to death
See the pain in my eyes
Gentle and deceiving
Claiming the next victim
A chill runs down my back
Crushed is life and dirty is death
There is no escape from my lover
The devil awaits, and the jester grins
He screams at me, WHO MY NEXT VICTIM WILL BE?
The man who glances a loving eye at me,
For he has drank his fill.
Tonight that man will find:
Lonely is life and cold is death

For _____

There is an empty space
In my heart
Where once, as children, we roamed
Across the open meadows and under the full moon
Never ceasing to realize
Our biggest dreams were coming true

There is an empty space
On that old porch
Where we sat contemplating the meaning of life
And drinking iced tea
On a Sunday afternoon
Watching the corn grow and the neighbors drive by
And thinking, knowing, that summers come and go

There is an empty space
In my house
Where your laughter filled each room
Over there, in that chair, is where you sat
When you told us your stories
And ignored the movie playing
Because time together is always enough.

There is an empty space
In this driveway
Where we stood watching the sun set
Wondering about the decision we make,
And curious of when we shall meet next.

There is an empty space
In my soul
Where the piercing gaze brought down my walls
And let some light shine through.

Non-death

Icy cold breath on the back of my neck
My skin shivers but I do not fear
Darkness surrounds my physical body
The cold cement my only friend
Slow, methodical tears fall from my eyes
In this world I am empty without you.

I sink into the dusty floor
My body numb from the silence
Your memory fades,
A pair of eyes floating in the shadows
A faceless name.

White light
Passes through the cracked door
Blinding my sight
Headlights in the road
Amber light surpasses the sound
The car buried deep in the field

Blank Spaces
Black Eternity engulfs my being
I reach out for your serenity,
But I cannot feel your touch
Lost forever in the mist
As I’m dragged away

Bittersweet Silence
I no longer hear your sound
Guilt finds its shame
The line between two worlds
Gets fuzzier every day

What divinity is here?
Caught amongst the dead,
And stuck with the living,
Am I not Fate’s marionette?
Or maybe I am Antigone,
A dark shadow cast upon the wall.

A future imposed upon the present,
That accident was none at all,
And alive you shall remain
Except the dead call out for you,
In a state of waking dream.

Father

Every step along the path
Is a step closer to you
I raise my head and glance at the sky
The time has almost come
In my hand, flowers for the lucky one
Next to you, I shall be alone
In a world of darkness I watch the seasons change
I arrive to my destination
And reflect on my life
In your image I stand,
Burdened by your mysterious past
I shall never know the truth,
Father.
Here I stand, looking down upon you
There you are, next to your father and brother,
Fighters who would never back down.
Piece by piece
Whispers on the wind
Your life digs into my heart
I shall bring the shovel, and you bring the map
And together we can find
The one thing that brought us down.

In Your Absence

Trudging through this white, snowy hell

Listening to the empty music in my ears
I reach out for something that was never there
And I walk alone

I lay in my bed watching the ceiling bleed
The stars shine like flashlights in the night
In a game of tag I can't win
I give up my position

I sit on the hospital floor
Unpacking my suitcase of memories
The hot tears my only cry for help
Internally I burst into flames

The more I look behind me
The more I miss what's ahead
Like a dream craving closure
My deja vu isn't over

The haunted dreams of a love soon lost
The dead gray trees whisper my name
As the spider weaves her web
I am all that's left of me

Written 1/9/2005

For _____

Remember the time
When we were young
We followed the stream
Across the cow pasture
To the "humongous" rock pile
To search for fossils
We climbed up and we sat down
Skipping the rocks in by the dam
We had built ourselves.
Remember the time we brought matches
To make a fire
Hot dogs and beans was our dinner that night
And brook water
Then we went out to that great rock pile
To watch the sun set
And run home in the darkest of night
Searching for that one house light.