Testo Cities

We took gardens for granted
The smell of wet dirt mashed in the seams of our hands
The city grows patches of plastic
Imports from far away lands

The city lights pull me like taffy
Sleepwalking memories drafty
The bell tolls five before I crack my lids The yolk scrambles inverted parenthesis

Dynamite and fire blast bone
The wind and water’s fury smooth stone
That’s why we made the cities our home, our home
Cities our home

We opened our eyes as the axis tilted
The seasons stopped as the flowers wilted
Wind blew money from our pockets, feathers from the trees
Words on the tv didn’t mean anything

Dynamite and fire blast bone
The wind and water’s fury smooth stone
That’s why we made the cities our home, our homeCities our home
That’s why we made the cities our home