Susan Miller Rag

When all the knots of tension
Keep you from getting loose
Relax your love
Relax your living
And cruise past the people’s choice
And the backwoods attitudes
When you've done no sleeping
And all your dreams fall through
Relax your rush
Relax your grieving
And lose yourself in the trail
Of your woodwind solitude
Light in the corners of the room
In your eighth house is a rising moon
Better get out of here soon
Far away from the rag trade
Far away from this maritime state you’re stuck in
Relax your law
Relax your ego
And groove from the deep-sea dive
To the nose-bleed altitudes
When you divide the memories
Outside the photo booths
Relax your cause
Relax your feeling
And choose not the one that you want
But the one they just handed you
When that tequila, Guiness
Starts off to get you juiced
Relax your thoughts
Relax your breathing
And do what you want when you want
With whoever you wanted to
The sun’s eclipse, that Saturn swoons
In your eighth house is a darkened moon
Is it midnight or high noon?
Far away from this rag trade
Far away from this marathon race you’re running
Relax your costs
And dodge the zeroes
And prove what you think that you can’t
To whoever you needed to
Far away from the rag trade
Far away from this marathon state
Far away from the rag trade
Far away from this maritime state you’re stuck in