light 5. the great summer

Encircling in silence, arrow nocked and blade in hand

The light show is over and they are failing like the day

Where tires wear to rims

Broken glass is swept together

In the living room where the angels sit

Perching high on the cabinets

With the window shut in the summer

The hot air builds inside yourself

And the twisting blinds are kaleidoscopes

That poison your whole mind

Until the fire starts growing, and the fire keeps flowing

And your lungs burn out, and your flesh is glowing

I gotta get some fresh fuckin' air

I gotta get rid of my empty stare

I gotta step outside and cut my hair

I gotta walk downtown and pay my fare

But the light show is over

So I sit it out and hang around in growing silence

With the sound of crickets and clicking deadbolts.