Mount Baldy

Naked and never again

Standing on this hill

Together, while deepwater spills

Tonight they abrogate an end.

Before in the dark they played and bashed

the cymbals and snares til the rare passerby

sat to listen, smoke, or stare.

When that song was over they packed up the kit;

Maybe they missed the rhythm but the music was shit.

They’re yelling again in the rain

but smell a fire idling late through their sets.

And they both know that one isn’t there but she still talks about depth.