Nebraska Bricks

And I grew up

on alcoholic evenings and slow jazz music to keep my heart beating

because after all that happens in a dissolving family

the need for a song to sing me to sleep still rings true

and I always knew that there wasn't glue strong enough

to sew these roots together

and now that I've wasted too many years

and I've lost track of where I started

I have to dream at night of who I was and why after twenty years of marriage

I am what is left and I'd like to go back now

and make myself up because I'd be a brick so I wouldn't feel

and I'd lift myself up and I'd throw myself at this house

to break windows and smash walls

just to keep time where it was and where it should be.