Polaroids

Hands on the casket Handful soil Hand a rose to the widow She lays it tastefully angled down and to the right The mahogany and the white contrast nicely As well as the black tie attire The air of this event, somebody was important But a distant stare proves too strong to ignore it Little window on the ground floor of the chapel And the face pressed up against it make fog breath Highlights of a fading heart Raindrops on the hood of the El Dorado Her acrylics clicking on the headlight Her bubblegum poppin' her head slightly angled down and to the right And her angel pendant dangling Like a lynched bird space for a last prayer Pained like a pinched nerve, awaiting a last word Posture reading last straw Tempered stance of her partner is palpable even out of the frame And without her naming his crime he must be prostrate Like a last prayer awaiting a last word Posture reading fuck whiteboard Multicoloured lines in dry-erase Roughly angle down and to the right This is right before the leap through the open window But in the moment it's all smiles and perfectly crowned teeth (Perfectly crowned teeth) Someone looking secretary No offence, but that's the air she gives off With the pleated skirt and neatly tucked-in blouse (Neatly tucked-in blouse) Holds a phone as if it were a scarier event That these executives who read her work don't even know about (Don't even know about) And frozen in this pantomime a moment Where it happened, time would split off With a fix to make its mighty mountains cry (Mighty mountains cry) The curled lip and terror eyes A giveaway of what she hides The back side of the picture, dated 1929 All of these photos tucked neatly in a box And hidden in a sock drawer or underneath the bed Memories are gobos making shadows on the locked Present that has been fixed, so it's best to leave them dead Don't bother with it, live lobotomy Split a bottle better Drink the god and leave the Past behind for the fire Don't, nobody want these Polaroids Don't bother with it, live the lighter side Split a spliff together Smoke the god and leave the Past behind for the fire Don't, nobody want these Polaroids Hands in the air Half eyes wide half eyes smiling And a couple others with the heads covered up too afraid to look The track slopes down and to the right Rough guess two seconds from the top of the drop The exhilaration on the faces of the riders More than worth the price tag of the printout Which was also way too high Time-stamped by mullet length And neon Billabong logo And fitted cap with hologram sticker on the underside That certainly won't last till the ride comes to a stop Peace signs and wide grins in the foreground In the background is great powerful Cascade of water falling from way out of frame Down and to the right It's way out of place to say and way out of But ain't it strange that both these kids are dead? Anyway, the deep green of the foliage, so definitively wild People used to drive to places like this just to escape If you look close, you can see the early Fibre optic cable stretching out into the jungle The beginning of the end A still life in motion One of those night traffic shots The long exposure makes the taillights stretch ad infinitum Down and to the right Red tiger striping the city street so it reads raver This is before the riots Ghostly in the out-of-focus high rises are rising as they're want to do Contorting just like trees looking for sun (Trees looking for sun) Mostly to the left you'll notice Piling up like nothing new the boxes for the shanties That these buildings would become (These buildings would become) Toppled by the potholes here They are before they sunk (before they sunk) Like on hold for the glottal stops approaching with the sun (Approaching with the sun) The choking on the words they never said So soon the running from the end of life that no one really figured had begun All of these photos tucked neatly in a box And hidden in a sock drawer or underneath the bed Memories are demons trying to burn the edges of the present that has been fixed So it's best to leave them dead Don't bother with it, live lobotomy Split a bottle better Drink the god and leave the Past behind for the fire Don't, nobody want these polaroids Don't bother with it, live the lighter side Split a spliff together Smoke the god and leave the Past behind for the fire Don't nobody want these polaroids