Borderline

Borderline on the highway drive thru sign Somewhere out in the woods you gaze as the car goes by Driftwood in a rip current moves toward tidal lines Vultures in a death roll as the dry rot multiplies But take me out to the painted hills White snow where the crocuses bloom and die, bloom and die, bloom and die Couldn't loan my heart for long enough this life I tried so hard to tell you all the things I like Borderline of the leaves in remaining light Broken like ashen logs in a grave of wildfire Split cork and drought on the lips from my inner child Death has come for me outside the killing hour The dandelions in the hills Reminiscent of the crocuses but Don't think too much, don't think too long, please don't think at all Couldn't loan my heart for long enough this life I tried so hard to tell you all the things I like. Borderline of your ghost in the headlight eyes Sacrifice my blood and bone to the lord of damselflies