View From The Inside

My girlfriend shut the door before the last
credit card promotion, I forget her name,
she arouses my erroneous zone. I left a red snow
coat at the library last night, walked home

in freezing weather and didn't notice anything
amiss, maybe it's time to write about
end–of-life issues, views from the boarding home,
uh miss have we met? Have you seen the red snow?

Lost souls rise up beyond the clouds, Marjorie
dies in the night, she goes to the Moon. This place
is on the map but it looks different from inside,
the trails are in different places, I try to act

like I've been here before. In human time
rocks don't stretch and yawn, they don't sit up
in bed and watch the sunrise, they don't die
in the night.