Until The Poles Close

Until The Poles Close

 

You will be where you are, with someone else

Breathing like a landslide

Talking shit about the veranda

Drinking leftover Daylight Savings Time beside the pool

 

And I’ll be sitting on a futon in my living room

With the Gwyneth Left Me Coldplay album and

24 hour Cable News channels 2-waying it in the background,

 

My heart rehearsing tornado drills

While the wind laughs its ass off because

The wind is a fascist orange ass-punch and

 

Everything can easily all go to hell way too fast