Stabilized Ruin Prison Blues

for the Union Grand

when lines in a memory play
you write the legend
& know this bottle neck
in the nose of history
this is the inside
we fashion blue lights
painted in slick tunnels
for the balsamic wardrobe
this house, a constant waver
besmirched beneath our bandanas
we've got you now
in silence of the narrator
it was the orange juice
fire, come on fire