Bark Mulch

Bark mulch boy
Log sort, lying on the shore
I’ll meet you in your driveway
After summer jobs and chores

Late July
Sweet and hot, glances hanging in the air
We’ve been postcarding
A small town thing that we do to show we care

You said there must be seaweed factories
Down deep can’t you see me

Waving at you
Come and grab me
After sinking floating through me

Pollen sky
Burn my feet as I walk along the road
You’re crab walking
It's hard to keep myself together when you sing

Tape me on the fridge again
Remember when you were always

Waving softly
Come and grab me
Falling, freezing, melting on me

There must be something out tonight
Full moon and the light is

Waving
Can we lie completely
Still I will if you will
With me

This

This
This is 210 on the bridge
After the last time we kissed
This is feeling all of it

This
This is getting torn apart
Curse your head despite your heart
This is 50 car alarms

This
This is crosses on a road
Peeling skin off of your nose
This is broken collar bone

This
This is lost downtown
All the one ways downtown
This is crying downtown

This
This is hiding favourite songs
Saying things you know are wrong
This is what I end it on

Tall

I heard you're drinking alone tonight in your hometown
What a way to let yourself down

Photo album on the dresser, you're cheeks were so red
You painted all the walls a bright blue instead

But you stand so tall
It's a wonder I could ever see at all

Hope your mothers not afraid of you, as if she could be
But you tore all the books she brought home to read

As I'm kickin’ rocks the driveway follows me home
It'll always get me back OK

But you stand so tall
It's a wonder i could ever see at all
But you stand so tall
No wonder I could never see

Dogs

It's just half an acre on a corner
Now we've gotta leave it

We did all our changing in the hallways
We talked a hundred evenings

Inside one of your boxes to remember
You put inside a paint chip

A portrait of the owners in the 80s
And a carpet that you hated

But the dogs are out
And your hands are cold
And your feet are wet
But you love it

Walking back early from the bus stop
I think of things that you say

Back when I was your age we’d walk to school
Uphill both ways

Thinking, I'm trying to remember
I spot a little trailhead

I'll come back one day to find out
If it's just a dead end

But the dogs are out
And your hands are cold
And your feet are wet
But you love it

And the fogs around
And the cats asleep
And you've gotta go
And I love you so

Landscape

Passion fruit parfait
You stood me up on your birthday
You're narcissist leaning
Counting the tiles on the ceiling

Fully collapsing
A sliver of sun and you're basking
So you’re an omen
The worst of the ones that I'm holding

You paint everything you see
The landscape looks different to me but it's been a while

You picked up a red hue and I'm not in love with your virtue
Really come on man
You're like a bull chasing quicksand

Dents in the hardwood
You can’t fix that without money
It’s partly funny
I’m mostly just waiting for things to come back to the couple of ways you’ve outdone me

You paint everything you see
The landscape looks different to me but it's been a while

You paint everything you see
The landscape looks different to me but its been a while