Figs

Back then I used to eat figs

I was already gone

Purple fingers

A cat in the window

There was a tree back there

Behind that nightmare

Knotted

Dead figs

Flies and tiny black ants

Back when I used to eat figs

my father drank 

Wrecked the car

and slashed his ear

How they say to not look back

Sure to bring a heart attack

Back when I used to eat figs

I called him Jesus

Begged for semblance

Begged for solutions 

That year Jim died

and St. Helen blew

Gone, the staggering fisherman

Gone, the lake

Handful of spirits

covered in dust

Back when I used to eat figs

my mother cried

So did the neighborhood

Under the smog

Under the gun

How they say the things you lack

Sure to bring a heart attack