"she's feeling so pretty, but wears no dress" love it!

In between boxes in our garage
I saw your things, they seemed so odd
your wall collage and your piles of crap
and all your tweeker bric a brac
I found a small glass cylinder with a spherical end

smithereens, smithereens, smithereens
I felt just like smithereens

tried on your shoes, pretended I was you
put it to my lips, and I spun it with 
my fingertips, the foggy glass
looked delicate inside my hands
now it glistens and it glimmers 'neath the sidewalk cracks

smithereens, smithereens, smithereens
now your teeth don't look like that 

another house, just another loss
standing on the porch with your fingers crossed
you said that you wanted to be 
a mother who liked canning things
now your children four, like empty jars are fragile like glass

smithereens, smithereens, smithereens
still wondering if you'll be back 

knocked on your door and I called you a whore,
I tried being nice but mostly being mean
I tried everything to get you clean,
but all it did was make you scream
now I'm standing here with angry tears and fists like glass

smithereens, smithereens, smithereens
don't you talk to mom like that 

smithereens, smithereens, smithereens
still wondering if you'll be back

smithereens, smithereens, smithereens
now your teeth don't look like that

Smithereens

In her wool knitted hat and her worn out coat
She walked with her bags in the streaming cold
Through the fog and the rain she was all alone
The fields and the highways that were her home

Seeing her makes me wonder what my life's made to be
Seeing her makes me wonder could this happen to me
On a cool sweet November I decided to be
The Woman of Highway 99

Had she walked there all day I can only but guess
She's feeling so pretty but wears no dress
In the two garbage bags there all her treasures lie
She knows it's all junk though she'll never know why

All at once the dense fog lifted off of the road
Looked out for a moment and set down her load
Trying never to let her great tiredness show
She sat on the gravel near the decomposed

Leaning back on her trash using it as a shield
She lighted a cigarette, looked o'er the field
The sun it was low, lighting grass green and bright
I'm wishing she'll stay there until the twilight

[November 2023]

The Woman of Highway 99

eight years and no regrowth
time it spoke 
what no one knows 

now here, and no baby
lady spring, she's done her thing again
she's done her thing 

oh, god knows
will it regrow, will it regrow again?
or will my love lay dormant for another spin? 

a warmth I embodied
but now, cold gone from me
disappeared, cut off feelings

lady spring 
she's dressed in green again 
she's dressed in green

oh, spring rain
can I refrain will I refrain again?
when she weeps will my heart sing?

blood spilled, but no crying 
winters coat ripped at the seam
cold wall, and no flying

lady spring
she's haunting me again
she's haunting me

oh, spring rain
can I regain, will I regain it again?
and to these pangs shall I defend?

come weeping again
come weeping

The Woman of Highway 99

Mol

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