The Noise

I’m alive again in the city
Time and time again, downtown chirps a ditty
With the birds of March returning early
Before it’s time to start, they’re already whirring
Dulling the dark with a tremoring, bright, neon hum
Shot in the heart, bleeding lust till I’m sanguine and numb
Stop making
Love. Stop making up and love
It’s heating up again — all by refraction
While wind claws up my skin, white-knuckling traction
Talk dripping honey sweet from lips to match it —
I’ll scrawl down anything whispered to catch it
Siren or muse, I need someone to sing me to sleep
Greenhousing rhythms and rhymes to give silence a theme
Stop making
Love. Stop making up and love
Going under — daughter of summer…
Wide-eyed wonder — what have I done to her?
I thundered and banished peace far as dusk is from the east
All to make believe I loved her
Let it go, let it breath — reel it in, then release
Why do we need to see these maple glens stay evergreen?
Why do we need to bleed ever brighter to believe in charity?
No glowing, no flowing
Can bring me the spring or bring me the source of the ocean
All this going
Won’t bring me the spring; bring me the source of the… Oh, Stop
Stop, stop, stop
Stop making. Love