but nothing stops me
from booking those tickets to philadelphia
and smoking whole cigarettes
i've got to stand in that fire
wash myself in the ashes
the smell of burning flesh
wrap myself in the words of the time
the crime of escape
bombs falling from the sky
the obliteration of the self
from these cold streets
in the city of all those days of history between
this brotherly love
we scrape our teeth against
like sucking the soft hearing ears
of the ones we in desperation
try so hard
like spinning discs of songs from our heart drives
we burn
for one another
it's not cold enough
on the front steps
just yet
to stop

and so i spin
and spin