Snowdrifts/Car Exhaust (An Apology?)

Neon lights and nighttime corpses
Sting my sensitive rods and cones
The asphalt’s a mirror of liquid gases
If this is irony then it’s lost on me
If mediocrity is numbess
I’m a walking shot of novocaine
In a thundercloud of epiphany
I realize how I’ve been… that I have been…
[silent]… all this time

Beautiful dreams are wasted on the sleeping
Like mistletoe in a buried coffin
Hanging there like a noose
Strangling me like loneliness
No dancing partner for the dead
No hugs and kisses to greet us with the rising or setting of the sun

(Jesus drives a Mazda
And it floats over puddles like sandals across the water)

Neon lights and corporate excess
What am I shown and what do I see?
Light gets trapped in a smog-filled sky
I feel like I owe an apology
I know it’s not my fault
But I can see how I’m to blame
If mediocrity is numbess
I’m a walking shot of novocaine

Snowbanks black from mingling with the air
The car exhaust and snowdrifts,
As they swirl around,
(Dancing parters for the future dead,)
Become one.

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