Double Mono

Stretch your back
Kick your shoes off
There's a soft spot
On the floor, over there, in the low blocks
Evermore, tide to shore, on the black rocks

He calls her absurd, a martyr's marking time
Scrolling up and down and all around the quiet town
The one with the half-good reputation
For handsome girls with shadow puppet shapes

The furnaces are big and brown
The steam engines head uphill, crosstown
Halos don't appear because halos don't exist
Fiery tempers make the feeblest fists

Close your eyes
Hold your hands out
Fold the flaps in
Now your hands go back out
You never closed your eyes

October 9, 2009