The Deep-Yard Dream

Most of my dreams are robberies
 The fam'ly dies the child flees
 Through backyards filled with enemies and
 Fences fleshed by panicked knees and
 Freedom is the deep-night there
 The hurried-flight emergencies
 Hospital-hell tragedies are finding me in countries
 So far
 From my home
 So hard
 The night's grown
 And it seems to holler and glow...
 So long
 The neighborhood is ceaseless where
 Backyards kiss like memories and
 Nothing is like the hot nightmare of
 Hearing them in melodies and
 Dangerous cars pull in our driveway
 Blast their brights into our windows and
 Though they don't have guns or knives they
 Fill me with a fear that takes me
 So far
 From my home
 So hard
 The night's grown
 And it seems to holler and glow...
 So long
 So when the backyards finally end
 You'll find me on dark-highway, send
 My fear to all the highwaymen at
 The foot of the dark-highway bending
 Back into a home again
 A driveway lit like a dead-end for
 So long