
fiction
whatever
do you think I’m a stress case?
just spit it to my face, babe-ehh
somehow along the way you knew
maybe you got tough or got a clue
(yeah) shh
so yeah I shy from some things
and I acknowledge some things
I avoid the latex Buddhists
and the aestheticized vodka freaks
you can learn a lot about the world
and about yourself from men
just got to take off your clothes
to reveal your soul again
(teach me, show me
sell me, know me
kiss me, throw me
love me, let go of me)
expression dies
outside of touch
the power of speech
is in retreat
what higher power
do you answer to?
who’s above you,
who’s word do you heed
besides the man beside you
and the hands that feed
you see the machine,
and it feels serene
because it’s on your side
and you’re safe inside
see the I-beams fall into place
at the crux of gravity and grace
New Yorkers acknowledge
our own brokenness and failure
acknowledge the industrial process
that constitutes human existence and endeavor.
its all an ambivalent shade of silver today
the skeletons of buildings revealing their interiors
it’s all an amibivalent hade of silver today
kissing a morning away