On Guilt

Guilt's an old dead dog buried in the yard mangled and starved
Guilt's an old dead dog twelve years in the yard
It's seeping up & under pillows of fleece
Or couch cushions of the mind
A serpent hiding in the grove
Or a hole on the path cattle wind
I hope I never see it coming
I hope it hits all at once
I've heard the high is something gorgeous
But the comedown ain't worth the fun

I never really said Im sorry
& for that I'm ashamed
I never meant to hurt nobody
But I did all the same
I hope your father's making coffee
I hope your momma still prays
I hope your sister finds a good man
& I hope you do just the same

Old friend of mine a victim of time
If thoughts could rewind I'd be back
Perdue in due time
Now ain't there something funny
It all ends as a classical comedy
Destitute in route for harmony
As it is or as it ought to be

I hope you knock your boyfriend's teeth out
I hope you never refrain
I hope you wake up in the morning
Just to realize your worth
Has been worth all the wait
& if you're ever on those memories
Well I hope you travel down my lane
Think on the laughs & the photographs
& those little bits just out of frame