Places on the coast where firelights blink all night
Blue
distances find me when I'm alone
Above a highway pond before a wood stirs way off next week
Orion high in the air,
motel becomes an orange grove
Baltimore,
D.C.,
Richmond,
Camden,
New Jersey,
my brunswick,
colu,
Galveston,
Bryan,
Old
Ville, Kiddery,
loop stream thinly in my vision,
base I play this full precision,
founder
heart making decisions,
fair when night weeds wake and leaping,
in the dark they all are
sleeping,
want free from this hive they're keeping,
when vile dust I keep clanging around
there's some group rare to leave the
ground but my opinion can't be found
would westerberg want me here?
would deeben want to see me here?
on a shitty road balcony,
swing wing triumphantly
blue purple sky,
weeds leaping, in the dark inside
they are sleeping,
want free from this hive there's earth keeping,
but if there's nothing to keep
then I'd rather my own years always discolor
in hindsight
not a single one
remains strange
passing like floats down narrow cape streets
while dogs whine through the crowd spreading mage