Step Outside
There is a man
named Steven O'Toole in London
I can see him now
as the sun goes down and long shadows rise
The summer’s heat
stands on the telephone lines and roof spines
Daring the wind
to push it to the cracking pavement
Dare to dance
with the other devils
Meet sister in
the July sky
Turn to the
absence of light, the testimonies of well-laid plans
And dive through
the cracks,
A midsummer’s
veil over bricks and cement
With all its
liquid air in heat, breathing
Filling you
restless and drowsy
A teardrop both
clinging and falling
Back to the cool
river
Take me back to
the dreams
It’s just a city
That’s all it is
All your own in
its well-laid plans.
But Step Outside
Its just a city,
gold, castle ashes and parchment
Somewhere in the
city is a man named Steven O'Toole
He looks out the
window as the sun goes down and the long shadows rise
And the summer’s
heat stands on the telephone wires and roof spines
Daring the wind
to push it to the cracking pavement
Curling a finger
Step outside
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