Notes On Air - Alejandro Escovedo

The interview

Where you spoke

To the bleach

In the stone

You should have

Brought some tea

Outside

Where the light

Coats us

In marzipan

In pools

Of breast milk

I had to bury

My daughter today

And I can’t

Think about

It too much

You see a buck

From the sky

Trample

A wandering doe

You see a buck

From the sky

Trample

A wandering doe

I am down

To the beach

Smoke condensed

From telling stories

Strolling through

The neighborhood

Clanking steel

And discolored

Because you made

A truce of rubber

Because you made

A truce of rubber

Because you made

A truce of rubber

Because you made

A truce of rubber

You see a buck

From the sky

Trample

A wandering doe

You see a buck

From the sky

Trample

A wandering doe

Abiding in the unborn

Is symmetry

And that one is always

The refuge

Abiding in the unborn

Is symmetry

And that one is always

The refuge

You see a buck

From the sky

Trample

A wandering doe