The Key to Rebecca

Jeremaiah was a bullfrog.

He folded space and drank the water of life
And if you turn to me like
a dove takes to the wind

Behind silver eyes
I fade to nothing
and you can feel again

Ex girlfriend on a prison phone
and the words carry me home
from the time I spent the dawn
there in the lobby of the hospital
her blood on my hands
and mine on hers

We used wrap our eyes tight
and wander campus blind
None of this for Rebecca
she can only paint watercolor
if you give her a photo
her key was to a BMW

saturday night
the beer bottle explodes
shattered by her blow
her lesbian roommate
in the bunk below
reading yiddish poems