On a half empty flight
From the city of roses
To the city of motors
In the midst of a grotesque
Chill of 30 below zero
Stalk switch is tripped frozen
No blinker no drifting of focus
Some stints it feels a white hot
Part of hell is slit open
Spitting nihilistic hopelessness
Over our homesteads
A hilton hotel in livonia is set
To stand in for home for dos noches
Both kids on the phone
Go to sleep let your bones rest
They're weary from the growing
From osteoblasts and hormones
I miss you more than you could know
And making snowball sourdough
To bring it home and hold it stretched
Until the bonus check
We drink your rakija outside of tuzla
Behind the smoke from termoelektrana
Sun peeks through those curtains of coals
When you go, take a lot of videos
Only one of these gods would know
If we'll revisit this path again
The past is a pathogen, my sole intent
Was to shed it like it's molted skin after when
(And only then) could i be whole again
Holy smokes, man what have i done?
The coals burn all through this present
Defiant/nocturnal, stars and crescents
We'll be needing someone to deliver harder lessons
Though not quite cresting, the waves are coalescing
Stack of waves crashing
Superseding each other
All these years after
Are we still needing each other?
We will be needing someone
Who can deliver the news
How your name rolls off of the tongue
Went from not mattering
To the only thing that matters in a matter of months
We will be needing someone
Who can deliver the news