Brick Roads

I'm not worthy of a love
that spaces the beats
I've been taught to think
I'm not allowed
to return to empty space
just leave your money
on the end stand
leave your love at the door
I've been broken
on brick roads
shallow pot holes
that have been used
by pirates
on the seven seas
feigning
seven wonders
someone save me

New Heart

From degage
to new heart
my being slips through
old saloon doors
with my spurs making
marks in the floor
I spent too much time
at the marbled station
wandering from
midnight places,
my followers fled

a new heart
in an old body
making my way through
pristine lobbies
tumbleweed blown
through the sand
I pray to the piano
but my saddle up
to the whores
with copper hearts
with silver bullets
and the old west
became undone