pittsburgh

I found you this steel city cake
it’s all ours for the taking
Make our mill fortune, build a home
It’s much too easy, much too grown
We’re much too easy, much too grown

You’re my shotgun into the summertime
You sing electric through acoustic fireflies
For five streets or so we’re warm
but go past seventh, you’ll hit the storm

I’m gonna draw your hazy sky on the framework of my room
I want to multiply our sweet mistakes & break these legs of wood
I want to do the things that airplanes do, all graceful fast & loud
Close up, back out, sleek smoking trail
Engine arms, runway feet, pumping heart

I will wash you in our dark room,
make the images of your insides bloom through your skin
Make a paper to wrap you in

And then we’ll sleep with flowers in my room:
the brilliant noise of a small bouquet
that hums to you in tune with the trains
and tells you which way you should go,
it whispers which way you should go

And when this place gets good & grey
I’m gonna make like an aeroplane,
cover you till we’ve landed dry and warm,
make our bodies forts against the buzzing marrow storms

To champagne breakfasts and seaside swings,
the things you read cheap paperbacks about
Swim fever skinned through the Arctic melt
Make angel arms & let your body float
just raise your arms and let your body float

I’m gonna draw your hazy sky on the framework of my room
I want to multiply our sweet mistakes & break these legs of wood
I want to do the things that airplanes do, all graceful fast & loud
Close up, back out, sleek smoking trail Engine arms, runway feet, pumping heart