So we kiIl each other and call it glory.
The forest sweeps around the road to our street,
A commanding sort of silence
That lets you hear its presence. She takes me out.
Now the dogs are awake, the world is cold.
Our heroes are dead. I want to kiss her.
With someone like me, she says,
You have to tell me each day who we are,
And I’ll do my best to remember yesterday’s answer.
Nine teeth on the ground. I found out
That with your cheek to the pavement,
You can hear the hum of each train as it comes.
Her tires are smooth. Surely
When hell freezes over, we’ll skate right across.
How can I explain?
This winter, we’ll see God and pass him by.
Let me let you sleep.