Buschwick morning
Researching the walls 

High flash point formula
Penetrating catalyst

Death by death metal
White night dark horse 

Can we talk
Yes we can talk
We can walk
We can warm our hands by the fire

We can warm our hands
By holding
Our warm holding hands
Handfuls of warm goat
And cumin
Cheese and warm flat bread

Sore shoulders
Cracking knees
Folding pizza slices 

Troughs of oil and spice flow
Like melting ice through a hot city gutter
Down down down 

I see a water taxi in our future
International bar still there
Rays still there
Sidewalk still there 

I still see every breath
Every breath different
Every step
Like an explosion
An explosion exposure
Every
Ch ch ch ch ch ch cherry bomb
Like drinking warm wine
After being a little cold