Shrill as a choir of children.
Urgent like the first day of May.
False and inflatable feeling.
Tugs at my senses, big as the Macy's Parade.
One brick on top of another.
Such is the measure of man.
Planets are inset like diamonds,
On a gravity halo, eternity's wedding band.
I slept with that dealer all summer.
The ecstasy is still in my spine.
Coat check I couldn't remember.
Walked into the winter, came out on the other side.
In the south the sun is shining.
Back in the east the lights went out.
Stuck on a ladder to heaven.
On trial way back in The Hague.
Lullaby sounds from the engine,
In my styrofoam coffin, asleep on the interstate.
Black globes, old symbols of freedom.
A murderer still on the lam.
Cities encircled in iron,
On a great silver beltway, democracy's shackled hands.
Sйance that brought us together.
Objects we move with our minds.
Coat check and I lost the number.
Short sleeves in the winter, fell back through the other side.
Out in the west the cars are crashing.
Up in the north the ice gave out.
Saada Tekmel B'Lhouria...