there's a death lake high in the mountains
of up state new york
which i always mention
because new york is my state
it could be like japan
if any other place

there's no people there
just loons
and the loons
do a job of guarding souls

you can stop and look at this
through an avenue of tree trunks
they take your soul
when you hear them
at night fall into the lower lake

i'm yearning to describe
the air around that sound
the air and the sound are seperate

i'm a person with stronger arms
when i sleep i sleep like a bear
the snores shake the radiator
the windows fog up
my arms are serious machines
they've been disconnected from the internet
i'm going in to a party mode
when i stand
you are looking at me
there is a light behind my head
i'm holding a glass by it's rim
my arms are versatile

Upstate New York is a wise older brother.
There's a live shot of the nation’s capitol
Smoldering through steam.
A person on TV says ‘this country’
That's all needed to describe.
I’m looking up at the satellite dish
On the truck,
Waiting for it to move.
The guy wants to point it in another direction.
He looks at me for a moment,
but is trying to listen to the other man.
I walk away thinking ‘I don’t want to distract him’.
He’s training to find satellites.