Splinters
In the window sill
In the bedroom where
He spent his younger days.
Tape hiss
On a warped cassette
Cuts through suburban smog
And the summer haze.
She’s staring
Into the sky,
Watching planes fly by
In the cobalt night.
Kids play
In the cul-de-sac.
Streetlights come on,
And the neighbors get into a fight.
These days,
Would you go back home if you could,
Though you’ll never get back that naked comfort
Lost in your old neighborhood?
Grieving
What never lasts
As the radio waves
Give you a broken heart.
Building,
On stolen time,
A truth that no one believes.
I guess we should call it an art.
These days,
Would you go back home if you could,
Though you’ll never get back that naked comfort
Lost in your old neighborhood?
Now we’re lost
In the skyscrapers and subways,
And customs you know that you need to but can’t understand..
Now you’re lost
And the White Rabbit’s left you on your own
To navigate your way through Wonderland.
Voices
Of buried friends
Ring in my ears,
Or was it something more?
Perfume
Of fresh cut grass,
And I still hear their knock
On the rusted driveway screen door.
These days,
Would you go back home if you could,
Though you’ll never get back that naked comfort
Lost in your old neighborhood?
These days
You trip as you try to keep pace.
(Life’s shakin’ you up with motion sickness)
While you try to map out a new place.
These days
Would you go back home if you could,
Though you’ll never get back that naked comfort
Lost in your old neighborhood?