is it because of the art

 

sleeping bags out on the lawn

cancer and rot and golden flowers

pillows for people

 

you hold all the secrets

 

we lay down next to you

to tell you how precious

 

you slept in your car and you went crazy

shooting beams of light from your fingers

 

what makes you want to wreck yourself

 

like when you tried to sleepwalk

slipping through storm drains

and wallowing in broken culverts

 

your ladder was on the wrong wall

but my body has been breathing

 

and tomorrow we will be older

some key will be served up

when you put on your morning jacket

 

it was jesus why