Fulton Street Ii

I had a vision of snow
Falling to footprints
I watched the winter whip and bury
Everything off in the distance
Your figure drifting in mist

On pilgrimage and all alone, you were like a stone
Thrown in a river, or in your pocket
I was the water and I watched you tremble down into nothing
Sink like an anchor you're failing, a phantom, or break in the bone

I will be the one who chases you out in the snow
Go where you tunnel down and the trouble starts
I will follow you out and carry all the pain away
I will be the one who follows you out in the flow
Go if the water the swells, drags you under, know
I will swallow it all and carry all the pain away

Nights I wandered out
Head buried in my coat
Snow blowing on everything
Thick like smoke
I could feel the cold growing
How weather makes you hold things tight
On the way to buy us wine

Night's afraid to die

There is that phantom path carved
In ghost steps, led down
To a pond somehow still half frozen
The evidence of struggle again
So many years ago
Our first turn out to Lowell from home

The image returns to me
Again and again

When will it leave?

I was waiting for the anger to change
I was waiting for the anger to change
I was waiting for the anger to change
And the roof beams to bend
And give way under weight

I was waiting for the anger to change
I was waiting for the anger to change
I was waiting for the anger to change
And the roof beams to bend
And the whole thing to break

Chasing your pain
You were like a chain swung in anger
You're anxious and shaking, I know
The shape of your pain
Painted with the name on your shoulder blade
Never gets older nor fades

And I know the way
Down highways through ADA to places you waited for friends who can't show
And I know your dreams, of opening caskets
You shake in the mattress
You're shake in the-