you were up to your necklace in drunk friends and wreckage when the new year stepped out of the past through the rose colored glass and dropped you off here with a broken kazoo a faded marijuana tattoo and confetti in your hair now you re jesus age but you ve only been betrayed by the calendar your mother remarried after your father was buried in this sailor s suit now she sells real estate he floats in his grave and neither has much to say to you so you follow a cloud to a betsy ross shroud and see the wind try to rip it in two but it don t make you feel any better when you re under the weather and it s hanging over you it s fading so what are you going to do now all america asked was for you to mow the grass but you re thinking of throwing in the towel roll on mystery is bandaged with routine plaster of paris and mosquito net while paint thinner blades strip the windshield of salt cake and sunset someone once said the humble would stumbled onto something long forgotten and ravaged but your dreams soak the pillow just as a thimble of rain feeds the cactus so drain your bruises cut your scapegoats loose and confess ignorance pull a metaphor out of a river or a door and add your fingerprints you could always go west just like the rest and bury your head into the hot sand or you could dust your broom and dissolve the moon on your eyelids it s fading so what are you going to do now you re either laying low or chasing smoke or thinking of throwing in the towel roll on