Joseph and Tammy

As the spirit moves me
so will I move…

Dreaming of Tammy, Tammy Sincavage
All the things we will do

My name is Joe, Joseph Sincavage.
Tammy’s a cousin, not through blood.

          We go on drives
          through the windy back country

           The sunlight is dappled she
           cooks me

I don’t read the paper, I keep my house neat, I walk late at night, back and forth on the street. Everyone knows me, I have to remember that.

Give me a list of chores and my afternoon is full. Downtown’s half dead.
But I love to go in the stores. Pass my eye over the goods. This is what
is available. I just want know
what is possible. What I can be I must. I’ve
always loved that.