Done Gone Gone

I wake with words I might have said

stale upon my tongue

before I can reach the bottle

I taste every one

other words I might have kept inside

call me deacon at the dawn

the sun shines bright and I can’t hide

it’s a good thing you done gone gone

it’s a good thing you done gone

I never minded my life alone

I breathe easy in the dark

you came careening in overdrive

at a man contented in park

I should have seen it coming

you quickly made yourself queen to my pawn

your smile it was a hollow thing

it’s a good thing…

cause we were head and tail

hare and snail

farm and jail

rock and sail

we might both be flesh and bone

one’s precious gem 

one is sinking stone

pull back 

bullseye

baby’s gone

a time or two I told my life

life, let’s just pack it in

I was saved by the vision of my mother’s face

or the sound of a guitar string

often still I shiver

you might be back a little further on

all’s well that keeps going (keep going)

it’s a good thing you done gone gone

it’s a good thing you done gone

it’s a good thing you done

it’s a good thing

you’re gone

Points of Light