there’s a rip
in the climate
i climbed just
to tear up time.
but don’t you cry
my dear sir, that’s a
no, sir, don’t cry, but
damn, i just watch
as the tears come like
rivulets they flow
like the forgotten
dreams of the lost years.
hey, though, listen, we can
turn on a dime, sir!
that’s a yes, sir!
we can turn on a dime!
