Translations from the Flesh

It’s Always Warmer by the Fire, When the Wind Blows Cold

65 it’s always Warmer by the fire, When the Wind Blows Cold You can still remember the honeysuckle belles of LSU And the party boys from Ole Miss, back in the retrofuture, All your faults perfected in their infancy. Who would mind The occasional handcuff, the feral kiss, in that dirty paradise? They say that catfish get fatter near the bottomlands. They say The sweetest grapes hide their luster deep inside the shade. But a sundial cuts through the day like a sharkfin, And every hour’s a small postmortem on the hour gone before. Now all your dreams of vague acres under a southern sky Stay stuck in this unforgiving snow. Citizen of the withered spark, Refugee approaching the cold border, why don’t you Stir these embers in the firecrib, and see what good that does? ...