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We spill into a heat, the kind
That makes the pavements glow
That final cloud, left behind,
A face slid off the bone
Your cigarettes revere you, see?
As you draw each into your mouth
Oh, to be the one you chose
To burn the whole place down
Your shirt, a river from the mountains
Who came to your shoulders to fall
And you bore it with stains and no buttons remained
The collars eroded and torn
The sunlight reveres you, see?
Flames in the waves of your hair
The pavement softens for the souls of your boots
To write you were always here
The desiccated palings of the fences and the lawns
And the crab-like kids in sprinklers
Their mothers withered and gone
Into a place with their heads in their arms
We spill into a heat, the kind
The eucalypts all distrust
Immovable as bones, so white
And buried above the dust
Your cigarettes revere you, see?
As you draw each into your mouth
Oh, to be the one you chose
To burn the whole place down
