Don’t keep the light on
I’m leaving in the morning
Oh I’m counting the floorboards
I am packing up all the pieces of the home I’ve yet to build
Don’t stay the night long
The building shutters its eyelids
Oh I tiptoe beneath it
Where the roots of the city fork into tense & tangled knots
My friends all gathered on the coastline
How the veins in the granite come alive
The slabs of sky that will scrape above Rhode Island
Oh aye, the shavings rain down just like ribbons untied & catching on the periwinkle bay
So keep your limestone
I’ll meet you in the quarry
Oh I wasted a few months
Kicking pebbles around all morning in the Central Fall(ing) light
My friends all gathered on the coastline
How the veins in the granite come alive
Underneath we don’t think about it most times:
How the land crumbles into the tide.