dark stormy city nights
create a glowing gray dome
that shakes my blood
and closes my hotelheart

sorrysorrysorrysorry
we're too full now
check the library
check the archives
under greatest hits

but you won't find anything

even relatively speaking

you won't find anything

well maybe relatively speaking


and calmbright days will
hand me full jars of mom's jam
will shake me still, tranquil


i can't but willingly
reach my hand out
obtrusively
interjecting
a skid mark
never really striding
but always striving

it's the only way