Parts & Labor Solemn Show World
I remember I recall frozen streets and ice and white and blue
Detritus of last night's songs toes so numb I wish the day were through
I'm never now but here somehow the details starkly true
This room could be off any hall that window open bright to any view
Still I strain to take it all in colors all at once many and few
A blander panorama bleached by pasts that I once knew
Slender February pall no our fenders icicles that grew
Morning churns hungover calls operators standing by for you
The weather dropping off the walls
I'm buried like the truth
Wires tangled up they crawl through the trees that camouflage their ruse
Single cliche raven caws savoring the metaphors abused
The innocence the wait involved before that black bird flew
Cancel out this awkward pause a pseudo system shiftily pursued
Sitting on a couch in thaw at the mercy of mistakes accrued
A somewhere like the others sorely lacking in the new
And the droning of commuter cars
Hollow diners empty bars
A solemn shoe world offs itself for you
Escape the house that looks like all the others in a sinking mass produced
Towns as wide as they are tall shrinking in a dwindling debut
I've left it now but still somehow
I'm sitting there eroding stare
The blanket's cold
