Originally written sometime between the year 2000 and 2002
This is the city that I sleep in
Asleep at the wheel
The world lays its head on dreamcase pillow tops
And closes its eyes for lack of vision
When teardrop on iris spring open
Life slides down through open windows
And swinging doors
I let my hearts honey spill over 100 ears
Allow my body to be taken over by 90 to 220
Concrete beats per minute
And then the occasional wet vodka kiss
Hours upon minutes of stale seat conversation
Only to let pale blue skies take me home
Drunk with joy
I watch this city wake up
Hurried yet still dreaming
And this birds silence the symphony of their
Wings on the hum of electric vocal cords
So I let my eyes flutter
Lay my head on pillow top dreamscapes
Because this is the city I sleep in
Still waiting for a place I call home
