Is it less picturesque than planned?
Here in the car with empty hands, no one’s holding
When I glance at you with a glimpse of blue
Should we go downtown?
Ravines of green, shorelines of lavender
Hotels of a carpark and chlorine waters
Photos of cherry blossom, us overhead
Tongue tied in hot balloons, hush friend
Downtown abbeys, roads of esoteric tar
Let us sleep tonight and count the stars
And the monsters hurtling from the sky
That will detonate with an escaped sigh
A plastic town with papercrafted people
Melting buildings on the sidewalk pools
Shreds of dreams torn off from the skin
Left under the sewers, no one will listen
Don’t chase the city, don’t you melt away
Don’t shatter clavicles to run from today
That concrete love will only be your wall
It will not be there to catch you if you fall.
Are we chasing cars in our sleep?
Clinging to a plastic fantasy…