The night open as a broken shell
Boots is snoring in my ear mumbling
Dream song stuck deep in sleeps thicket
Light hunts in packs across the roof
I fight the pillow with head butt
And cursewords but the night
Open as a broken shell
So it is out into concrete oceans
And dark grass overlands
The sycamores moan lonely
The roots trip and grab my shins
Wanting company of blood
Branches vie for view but the night
Open as a broken shell
The country fair is in the park
The carousel still as a playdead snake
The big wheel still as the Earth
The lights of the caravans snuffed
And the gypsies are asleep with their blades
Locked the windows yawn but the night
Open as a broken shell
The slow bleed of cars run the road
The orange lamps burn in the metal
The streetsigns are cloaked in dark
The cars must be on the search for home
Words have no place here only the slush
Of cars and the hollow cracked steps
Open as a broken shell
