Dimestore Scenario

Flood   March 2007

Believe it—
It will save you.

What other choice do you have, surrounded by misfits and drifters, strung-out Apollos?

What other choice do you have,
With the reckless abandoned to streets without soul?

Shout from the streets, shout from the records, the rooftops, into the ocean,
into the coldest holy water, hold me under, around and around and around you.

As the sea level rises
hear the lies of the imperial choir.
One last confession, a slight misperception when the saint-like admit to desire.
Shout from the street, shout from the records, the rooftops to stop the end of the song.
It’s getting dark and hard to hold on when water surrounds you.

Believe it, it will save you.