Stormy Days Upon Us

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Stormy days upon us, you should trust she must be here
She wasn't clear if you should fear the coming year or disappear
For a while as we navigate the trial fade south of the sundial
Out in the sand without a plan just writing and fighting an impending sense
Of danger we kicked out a stranger gave him a key said find the lock
You're on the clock we're counting down how many towns
You need to pound a path through you shouldn't presume to
Know us or need us  or be us or feed us
Or fade away at the end of day
When the fires flare we ascend the stairs look at our stock shares
Brush hair flip pages for what feels like ages as the book takes a new shape
Until we escape the troubles that surround us again they found us
And they heard the gavel as they unravel and try to simplify
These complex creations plugged in and waiting
Switching off in the frost outside a porch light
Lighting a horse's corpse and wolves retreat
With fresh meat into shadows close to rows of corn
We'll store behind a scarecrow to lay low as we take aim
At the market with a Molotov cocktail to spark it then we embark
Across a mighty expanse of abandoned ranches
Twisted branches and avalanches we dodge
Until we reach the lodge knock on a window
Summon a widow offer a free show and fresh snow
Then land a blow to our ego with a crossbow
We're aging in cages full of international rage
And multi-national flags that wave in dry heat
That greet a minister with a bag of bones
And mobile phones that vibrate in acetate

We find a plate then stomp our grapes
Into spirits that clear us and clarify minds
Up at nine to blinking signs and shattered lives
Of bored housewives flipping channels
In robes and flannels licking bowls of ice cream
As dreams scream from distant memes
And synopses tremble with tremolo
As kids shout hello and chew on play dough
Mixed with jello on top of cellos
They signal lost passion or forgotten fashion
Faces ashen while they continue crashing
It feels everlasting but it's probably passing
We need some action to get past it
Old friends are plastered serving different masters
And he's a bastard but we believe him
When he says he's leaving or tired of grieving
That another season came and went
Without paying rent and left a dent
In our predicament our empty storehouse
Our broken war shouts our warped foreground
Our final mission to save the vision
To make them proud and save the town
And pass the basket to collect more plastic
Then buy up land to sculpt the sands
Until we land like an agile spaceman
Near a moving van with a dove dangling
Downtrodden and engaging in secret handshakes
That levitate above the lake's wake
Then waking up late still dreaming
Still turning off alarms and spinning yarns
And rubbing elbows with wide-eyed fellows
In 50's garb in picturesque yards
On magazine covers for star-crossed lovers
Underneath the covers
But it's almost noon daylight got through
The blackout curtains the blackout's hurting
You back out and back down but nothing's certain
Except that mansion and all those phantoms
And the faded sun and the nervous moon
And empty rooms and spreading wounds
She still tries to soothe with better news
And a gift of shoes and you almost lost it
What did it cost kid how do we rewind
How do we ever find a feeling to replace the space
That's left by nostalgia and deep memories
Of hopeful dreams and fuzzy screens
That glow in between two parents an old couch
A yellow house a quiet street a summer heat
On the front lawn throwing rocks with local jocks
And rushing youth to get to the truth until it comes
And you realize those days are done and it's been fun
Feels like a thousand years with high and lows
Etched hard in stone with an occipital bone by a caveman
Offering up regrets, regards, and an installment plan

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