rain isn't tears, doesn't even look
like the weeping of heaven, fall of a bird.
stumble downtown breathless last bus traceless
we'll go feral on all-night diners
and the rise of a rook.
and the heart of the city is heartbroken and
the heart of the city is beating and the heart
of the heart is red neon blood arteries blaring
we are
waiting for the fall.
in seattle, shaun says come see me baby, in
pamplona the bulls sniff closer, honey hollywood
is just too full of shit. these days we take:
light where we can - shelter where we can't.
stand in the awnings
in the providence of the fall.