Tracks Are Fossils You Can Make without Having to Die First

Random playlist poetry—

My baby, I know you want

Me each lonely night and day,

Calls Jimmy Rodgers’ yodeled

Lullaby. Haunt me although

You are far away. Oh why . . .

Not much of a lullaby

But a good condensation

Of countless lovesick lyrics

Around the planet. Oh why . . .

It seemed more than I could bear,

To sing lullabies to you.

More than anyone can bear,

The living creature’s longing

In awareness of despair.