Lyrics
He was an annual
in the concrete countryside
while we perennials bloomed,
then left for greener pastures.
Charles at breakfast
Leshko’s and perogis
said he slept,
woke when the plane hit
and then watched
As the 2nd plane slammed …
sound in stereo, time-lapsed
tv’s imitation followed
rumbling
the world got smaller.
2nd plane
prying away the loose board of coincidence.
Shock of an accident, lip bleeding,
a late-night call, not quite asleep, dangling,
or the hard choice between smoke and fire
and a 1000 ft. fall,
(Chorus)
tip of the iceberg, gut ripping
lip of a roller coaster
before tipping over … .
back in the stunned frenzy slipstream
called history
after a 10-year, day-dreaming hiatus
of peace love and understanding
swords into ploughshares,
flowers potted in gun muzzles
Gird up your loins, boys
we’re in for a bumpy night,
the devil is loose again
and the bitch that bore him
is in heat.
