christ had put in another work day from the cross
watching over auto mechanics in every garage and
the long deep bars were beginning to fill with light
to guarantee the reverie of a late afternoon beer when
tires screeched and a vw bus folded itself crisply
on the rear corner of a truck, spreading its windshield
on the indifferent asphalt like a spilled glass of ice
the crowd in the market which had been moving forward
in an exhaustion of bus fumes, cheered reflexively
as if the Brazilian soccer team had score a goal
they surrounded the accident twenty deep until
tall horses galloped through the passages in traffic
policemen swinging their batons to open up the circle
the row of manual typewriters on the front sidewalk
of the automotive licensing building set to chattering
again at applications for the rationed use of cars
and the man hawking plastic wind up fire engines
resumed the liturgical cadence of his sales pitch
credits
from The Same 12 Songs,
released November 3, 1997
Words - Tom Schroeder, Music - Jay Orff
Karin Park made this album of spare, intensely beautiful dark pop in a converted church building from her childhood. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 18, 2022