K Phillips Music

Someday
when I grow old
If I live that long
I’ll tell people I made a record
out of black eyes and wanton nights
That I have a dark-haired gf
whose saltless sea
engulfs
my murderous islands

washing me home

to my orphan brothers,
shoeless children
of this rock vs tank fight
covering me
as I gather
black granite
in the rubble
of Hiram King Williams Church