A Drowning Town, or, To Steal Franklin’s Notes

The cigarettes that fill this river

Say a lot abut this town.

Anything to take the shiver

Off my head from this cold crown.

Every night i try to find 

You waiting in the background there

Where the light breaks down the filter,

Peels the paint and steals the air.

Maybe someday we’ll dig to the core

To find the body heat we’re searching for

Soon we’ll take to the fields with our kites

To electrocute our lives once more.