Holocene

“Someway, baby, it's part of me, apart from me.”

you're laying waste to Halloween

you ****** it friend,

it's on it's head, it struck the street

you're in Milwaukee, off your feet

…and at once I knew I was not magnificent

strayed above the highway aisle

(jagged vacance, thick with ice)

I could see for miles, miles, miles

3rd and Lake it burnt away, the hallway

was where we learned to celebrate

automatic bought the years you'd talk for me

that night you played me Lip Parade

not the needle, nor the thread, the lost decree

saying nothing, that's enough for me

…and at once I knew I was not magnificent

hulled far from the highway aisle

(jagged, vacance, thick with ice)

I could see for miles, miles, miles

Christmas night,

it clutched the light, the hallow bright

above my brother, I and tangled spines

we smoked the screen to make it what it was to be

now to know it in my memory:

…and at once I knew I was not magnificent

high above the highway aisle

(jagged vacance, thick with ice)

I could see for miles, miles, miles