Dry as a bone

Reach

Reach for the yellow leaves on the river in time

and the smoke between hands rough and big and swollen

& reach for the spit in the eye of the dog

and the fall of the water in the heat of the sun

Reach

Reach past the birds that fly away

and the old ones yearning to be alive again

& reach out from your place in the contentment of love

the hero father riding through pretend storms of doom

Reach

Reach to be born because this aint nothin but death

and the waste is building in the heart of the bored

& reach for the flutter and forest of joy

past the dark beginning of her broken green rain

Reach

Reach away from the whisper of nicotine's soft curl

and the drug calling your sewer of flowers and white-lace

& reach out to push away the burning of the sky 

and steal the ocean to the edge of emerald grass cliffs 

Reach

Reach to the one that offers help in the cold dark vision

and the eye of the world with our words carved in its skin

& reach for wings that turn slashing light dust to fire

and wear her stars like a costume of awe for the real

Reach

Reach to the truth that your caught in its net

made weak like the need for the pleasure avalanche

& reach to be clear from the foggy door drug

that makes lazy the burning of deaths true desire

Reach

Reach from this computer out to your eyes

and the cars highways and all the buying, the stage and the sigh

& reach to return the slip down into nothing 

the clear without thought,the hounding its shadow

Reach

Reach for the freedom to leave even though you can't

for the pen and the glue and the paint and its covenant

& reach for the urn that burns away lies

and the doubt of the fathers and their crucified sighs

Reach

Reach out to the space surrounding us all

the waste and the seed with its complacent dead-fall

& reach for the tree to cover your graves

like sand in the water of movement in waves

Reach

Reach past the green grassy blood scattered with murders

and the blue suited ruin of new gods in black metal

and reach to the stars where your babies now lay

and kiss blue heaven brightly so that I may not give way

to a life of nothing done and nothing to weigh