Call Me, November! (And The Timber Went Downstream, 2015)
call me when it rains we'll come down dancing in the streets between these monuments of human greed, of uttermost conformity. we'll share a flask and mourn for fields of ever-green lost in the roaring sawmill century and how the timber went downstream. i remember the tall camp fire and sense of unity, but all I see is cardboard walls and crowds on shopping spree. and they're selling the embers, proudly, fifty percent free. i raise the glass for my community. Karelia, i mourn for thee! call me when it rains we'll come down dancing in the streets. we'll eat our beans under the railway bridge. straight-from-the-can-hypocrisy. we'll celebrate our freedom shackles ringing deep until I slip or tear another string. and then we call a taxi. i remember the tall camp fire and sense of unity, but all I see is blacktop flows 'tween mountains of debris. and they're selling the embers proudly, fifty percent free. i raise the glass for my community Karelia, i mourn for thee!