the day is may 11th
of a nameless century
there are still no flying cars
a date which sounds important
as it falls on the porch
as if it was once to be remembered
for the sake
of a now forgotten heart
august 3rd
december 12th
october 2cd
january 14th
perhaps we were married that day
or filed papers not to be
a baby was lost
two children born
soft shoulders knocking over
the statues of kings with motives
spitting in the face of blessed concord
my days have been so long
the veil of time has torn
i have fallen in love so many nights
that i am sure
today is someone’s birthday
i don’t remember your name
but i hope you live
in a place where it’s warm
with four shots of bourbon left
and a cigarette
in the pack on the dash
of your earth bound ford