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The muffler smokeDoes lovingly chokeThe community college's dusk parking lotThe potholes soakBecause the ice brokeAnd jarringly jolt us till the shocks are shotAnd the carports are revving with warming-up motorsWith throats that are heavily fuming exhaustAnd I taste who I am when I breathe the odorsAnd all that was feral is sterile with frostAnd it feels so goodFeels so holyMy world shouldSoon control meAnd I know that I wouldLike it toThe shrink-wrapped cosmetics and cardboard aesthetics of department store picture frame inserts that myMother keeps under a sink in a cupboard with her high school diploma and it hurts to tryTo keep all our treasures intact for forever in fact they are cluttered and muttering sighsThe pipes froze and ruptured and so now her cupboard is full of possessions that she can't keep dryI see wild geese in the drainage ditch eastOf the hotel chains behind Thunderbird LanesWhen I go do some banking, rigidly thankingSongtexteWhat the frigidness deems and the extremes it containsAnd the funeral home, pharmacy, bar and grill are to seeMe to the white and bright sports domes of youthBut all that was docile's now frozen and hostilelyClenching her denture where once was a toothBehind the Home Depot parking lotThe cold woods decayThe homeless they go and squatAnd wrestle their wayThe old lovers spurnAnd the new lovers enterThe bitter night burnsIn the bottle return's sticky centerWhereThe dealerships garishly light up the parish where weWore Catholic uniforms from K to 8The winter it frigidly deals out a litanyOf auto parts from car wrecks at the Secretary of StateDealerships, dealerships in the night townshipsWhere my allergist's magazines were from the late1990s when dealerships dealt outPleated-pant children belting in lotsShelter their snow-boots in sweltering showroomsOr a storage space that radiates ten-thousand wattsAnd thenI'll meet you out where the outlet malls turn to black holesI'll greet you cradling obsolete remote controlsTo television sets in entertainment cabinetsFrom lost living rooms of trampled carpetsOf VHS sun-bleached cassettes and teenage trophies of plastic soccer netsAnd the clip art signs are cartoonish on dinersWhich are actually grimmer than hell in the nightAnd a bright CVS might make me obsessBut at least I have found what is mine in the lightAnd it feels so pureFeels so singularStill and sureThat's the thing you wereMeant to see when youWent through theDimming worldThose blaring bugs wouldn't leave me aloneAnd it's not that I deserved their lettingThe autumn tugs and the summer moansAnd pretty soon winter was settingAnd if safety is the one thingI knew never would harm meLast hot fallI put all mineIn a Salvation ArmyOn the borderline of losing my mindAnd pitifully making excusesOn the borderline of sweetness I findIn Rhode Island and Massachusetts Aus Songtexte Mania