We May Find A Pearl

In this torpid scene everybody needs a little less space
No one will read our books unless they think we're writing for them to read
We're writing with our bones
But what they want's an exhibitionist teen

I will bring you out
Swollen and broken, I will bring you out

Though like untrue wheels we all wobble through our own tired phases
We may find a pearl, we may write a secret manual

Some kids break a hydrant on Elizabeth and Spring and we are free
We stay up all night to watch the yellow light snake into the alleys