Rocktober |
A slammer went through Candlestick Park
cancelling the world series rupturing the five o'clock routine thickening the shade shouting for Jesus on rolling concrete spilling open closets of fears Cascading dishes and emotions reflect in a cold vomit of mirror on the floor. Remember, I'll never speak to you if you don't protect my teacup. Yo, give me some slack The drunk's knocked sober by the Jukebox and the fat lady No boundaries No electricity Bridges peeling back stranding casual friends together. Are you ready? All souls gospel church rings throughout the city Chatter echoes in alleys Splinter and shimmy our tender marrow scaffolding Arquimides celebrates his birthday reviewing principles of poetry and geo-physics in a nightclub without lights while lives leak away in a crevice of time sin mirarte yo te miro Buildings on wheels sashay to the cadence of a transistor symphony sirens chill away pettiness hose off hostilities Fight only for the right to sing and shout and breathe All of what is gone, including my grandfather's barn are the grounds for us to love the present Without seeing you I see you |