Soft Blows

Here:
Standing on the south pole
braving the 31 below zero
Like paramagnetic slivers
faced with parka-less shivers
after their brief trembling

Iron red, Eyes run redder

You albatross, spanning your global wings
because a thousand miles wasn't enough distance
You albatross, devouring golden calves
guided by the currents and incandescent lamps
You albatross, swooping down the sea-line
baring your teeth at the black and white
You albatross, plaguing the water and wine
because even a blurry view is much too bright

Here:
Standing on the center-sun
sweating anthemic buckets
Like emasculated cloudbursts
losing our shoes and shirts
after a sudden final flare

May

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I got scared in the winter
That the summer had disappeared
And we all got trapped in our isolation
Let's get out of here, yeah!

I rode around on my bicycle
Thinking of all the words you said
It was so good, it was so good
It was so good like the month of May
It was so good, it was so good
It was so good like the month of May
When everything looks close on maps
And everyone just smiles in the photographs

I caught you trying to catch a break
Your pulse was slowing, it was frozen in a way
It's ok to finish, even if you're late
It's ok to finish, you know that I can wait

I got scared watching snow fall
That the spring would never come
And we'd all be trapped here in hibernation
Waiting for the sun, yeah!

It was so good, it was so good
It was so good like the month of May
It was so good, it was so good
It was so good like the month of May
When everything looks close on maps
And everyone just smiles in the photographs

City

6:09 pm with a thunderous crash
I finally got the chance to leave you waiting

I sat around the house
and built a fire with a match;
I changed my clothes
(suit and tie)
Stepped into the elevator

Froze my ears off
figure-skating sidewalks
I hailed a car:
50th
49th
48th
...a countdown to disaster, see?

Looked up your name
and called your bluff,
You were seven stories up
In a window shining bright
Like a hurricane devouring lamp posts
Look out
(and hear me) bellow!

and at the table
in the store
in the demonstration room
in this exhibition
i heard it begin
s o s o f t l y
but building...

Until all our fine china had been dissolved
Until all our clothes were splatter-painted
Orange and Red
Orange and REd
Orange and RED
We walked outside into our crumbling city
and watched the fire go out