Hummingbird

His goal in life was to be an echo

Riding alone, town after town, toll after toll

A fixed bayonet through the great southwest

To forget her

She appears

In his dreams

But in his car, and in his arms

A dream could mean anything

A cheap sunset on a television set could upset her

But he never could

Remember to remember me

Standing still in your past

Floating fast like a hummingbird

His goal in life was to be an echo

The type of sound that floats around

And then back down like a feather

But in the deep chrome canyons of the loudest Manhattans

No one could hear him

Or anything

So he slept, on a mountain

In a sleeping bag underneath the stars

He would lie awake and count them

But the great fountain spray of the great Milky Way

Would never let him

Die alone

Remember to remember me

Standing still in your past

Floating fast like a hummingbird

Remember to remember me

Standing still in your past

Floating fast like a hummingbird

A hummingbird

A hummingbird