blooms of sodium light burn attentively
above the sleepy tree-lined streets of stillwater
desire spread across the night
like oil embedded in pavement
an atmosphere kind to ghosts and cruel to fat weeds
black telephone lines stretch across blacker backyards
where frowns of potential grimace and laugh
and water tomorrow with tears from skinned emotions
sheared with the lawn and cauterized with money
stumps and stones, houses of confidence
wood staircases and bookshelves as clean as ice
in empty well-lit rooms
drunk water lilies melt in a plumbed wood frame
outside, across broken concrete
moves a stream like a fever vision flooding dreams
coughing awake a fireman
who recognizes the smoke of burning leaves
and goes back to sleep
credits
from The Same 12 Songs,
released November 3, 1997
Words - Jay Orff, Music - Tom Schroeder
Dave Herr - drums
Jay Orff - guitar
Tom Schroeder - guitar, bass
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