In this cold piece of Americana
I find myself melting in,
Tapping on glass
Wondering when the seal
was broken.
Or when the stucco
began to crack.
So we could discover where
diffused light shines in
On the terror I see.
When god is watching;
Whispering cowardly
To settle on in;
Paint the trim,
Mend the façade.
Here's the drink
Forget it all.