HERESIARCH

A collection of other people's writing

No regrets, Coyote We just come from such different sets of circumstance I’m up all night in the studios And you’re up early on your ranch You’ll be brushing out a brood mare’s tail While the sun is ascending And I’ll just be getting home with my reel to reel… There’s no comprehending Just how close to the bone and the skin and the eyes And the lips you can get And still feel so alone And still feel related Like stations in some relay You’re not a hit and run driver, no, no Racing away You just picked up a hitcher A prisoner of the white lines on the freeway

Posted on October 1, 2008