Shorthand Mythology (For Sam Shepard)

I wish I was an animal
Unburdened by the bonds
Of blood and sex and wine
Unmarried to my kind
Displaced and overjoyed
Content to live as sport
To forces I can’t see
That dominate me
You sang Italian arias
Across a burning field
As fall was calling all of us
To make accounts and kneel
I dreamt a thousand orchestras
Played blues in minor keys
But I never meant to bore you
By living quietly
Luck is falling on the left hand
Side of chance
Luck is falling past my head
Luck is crashing through the trees
Everyone’s complaining
Luck
Misunderstanding
Shorthand mythology