JFK

Don't tell me the secret
the bath water won't
smile
it won't
even hear
the Dylan that plays
plays on through the hatred
of dawn's early light
as seperation dances
waltzes through
Canadian whiskeys pour spout
in the parking lot
of amputions sake
with the cold breathing in
as the breath breathing out
cold as fog in a child's mind
and the cars all became something of dreams
with the planes taking off
and one more swig from the can
in a world that was not understanding
of what would be left
at the doorsteps of all our goodbyes