Heart Of The Continent-John K. Samson

[00:00.38]02.Heart Of The Continent [00:02.00]. [00:08.05]North wind sinks [00:09.74]The fence around a lot full of debris [00:15.05]Near the corner of Memorial and Me [00:23.43]Where resurrected brick and drywall lean back into place [00:30.86]There's a terrified reflection of my face [00:38.49]All alone at the gleaming knife display [00:42.49]In the army surplus sales. [00:46.42]As the dusk descends and my inspiration fails. [00:54.80]Ghost-filled discount parkas, sleeping bags [01:02.30]Peer at me from the crumpled dark. [01:18.68]Inky bruises punched into the sky by bolts of light [01:25.40]And then leak across the body of tonight. [01:33.54]While rain and thunder drop and roll, [01:37.29]Then stop short of a storm [01:40.97]Leave the air stuck with this waiting to be born. [01:48.85]As I stand before an unresponsive automatic door, [01:56.78]Just another door that won't open for me anymore [02:05.41]The exit red gets brighter then blinks off, [02:15.72]Presses me into the crumpled dark. [02:55.29]There's a billboard by the highway [02:59.54]That says "Welcome to", "Bienvenue" [03:07.10]But no sign to show you when you go away. [03:15.60]And our demolitions punctuate [03:19.23] [03:23.21]All we mean to say, then leave too late. [03:29.90]So I'll make my shaky exclamation mark [03:38.58]With a hand full of the crumpled dark.