the dream and the light
okkervil river
all the feeling we shared on the car ride
all the fear that was there on the other side
all the souls that were spared
and those that we left out to die
from their side of the screen
all ghost-faced in oxidised green
increasingly inward-involved
and cut off from the scene
and you call through the copper
leak through a slug in your lung
laughing 'cross the beach
because what was the dream?
it was wired to explode in the city square
it was drugs they dropped into your drink
it was never about what you think
and we walked through the ballpark
all the fans were going home
the night breathed like a dream
i encountered the magazine king
he was wearing that old high school ring
to see the aggressor with clarity
in the early-morning obliviated light
to hear his confederates whisper