I’m bound to your lien,
That down payment money
Weigh heavy on me.
I drown in your clean,
Amber brown honey
Stay ready on me.
In the evening light,
You owe me.
Don’t, in deceiving night,
Forego me.
This sleepy silhouette
Is in debt;
Indebted to you.
Would you sell of me,
A creature of speak,
Sleep bringing a fee.
When this old melody
Has reached its peak,
Keep singing to me.
In the evening light,
You owe me.
Don’t, in deceiving night,
Forego me.
This sleepy silhouette
Is in debt,
Indebted to you.
When dusk falls down,
And the leather cracks,
Drink heavy of me.
When the husk is drawn,
And the chest retracts,
Sink levy in me.
In the evening light,
You owe me.
Don’t, in deceiving night,
Forego me.
This sleepy silhouette
Is in debt;
Indebted to you.
The light of snowy spring
Keeps stark and wearisome hours,
But the flight of lowly wing
Sleeps in this dark delirium of ours.
I’ll lie down in the shadow
In the early evening gloom,
Singing the sound of the shallows
Of a jaded afternoon.
If we’re playing house,
I’m your lessee;
Take your rent from me.
If it’s cat and mouse,
Here’s your blessing;
Stake repentance with me.
In the evening light,
You owe me.
Don’t, in deceiving night,
Forego me.
This sleepy silhouette
Is in debt;
Indebted to you.
Don’t you let the sun
Go down on me.
Don’t you let the sun
Go down for free.
Whatever you do
Don’t let the sun
Go down without you.
-mmd. 2/6/19











Photography by Photosensualis. Woodstock, 2017.