black tops reflect against my face
the sun, the shade melt away either way
smashed tops from bottles
or rockets make a noise like a cap gun
aimed at your face

found a dollar
on the ground
a round on the curb
outside of your house
you only walked over

turn your face up loud
and bright
playing cool and proud
with pride tonight
turn your ears up loud and high
scale the walls with the back of a
suicide

walked a long way away
avenue b dizzy dreams
book stores are cheap
away from avenue a

it makes me sad,
sink to my stomach
faucet and cross it off of the map,
deaf ears don't listen
a forehead that glistens
talking poetry at the bar

turn your face up loud
and bright
playing cool and proud
with pride tonight
turn your ears up loud and high
scale the walls with the back of a
suicide