New Director

The catholic school carnival is spinning its childhood
Up in the evening sky
High enough I might try
Reaching
For what is now small enough
To bite off and swallow
All the homes tessellate
Their manger saints aglow
But no fluorescing savior caresses me now
Here in the evening sky
I bleed just like
Any animal caught looking for food

Lamps in the dark leaves,
Golden light drips
Dancing on the sidewalk,
Spinning through the thick of it
Making deep cuts
The air could never know
When these buildings fall
We won't have a home

So I will get my hands dirty
I will rebuild every story
As a straight play
Where no one cared to sing
Tomorrow I will wake up early
I will get my hands dirty
I won't hate the way your mouth moves

The docks downtown hover
Extending our reaches
Out in the eventides
Deep enough that i might try
Drinking
The liquids that witnessed
Our dim grainy shadows
Brushing and melding
And tightening their holds
But no holy starlight is harboring you
Here in the eventides
I bleed just like
The animals do

If I should ever ask
Did it ever occur
Talk of how the land
Does not terrify the sea
And all we're covered by
Wishes to recede

The rivers breadth gleams
Humid wind rips
Shouting all the words you know
Singing when the chorus hits
Making deep cuts
The air could never know
Every stark note
Sinks into the road

So I will get my hands dirty
I will rebuild every story
As a straight play
Where no one cares to sing
Tomorrow I will wake up early
I will get my hands dirty

I won't hate the way your mouth moves anymore