Pamphleteer

I'm standing on this corner, can't get their attention

Facing rush hour faces turned around

I clutch my stack of paper, press one to a chest

Then watch it swoop and stutter to the ground

I'm weary with right-angles, abbreviated daylight

And waiting for a winter to be done

Why do I still see you in every mirrored window

In all that I could never overcome?

How I don't know what I should do

With my hands when I talk to you

How you don't know where you should look

So you look at my hands

How movements rise and then dissolve

Melted by our shallow breath

How causes dance away from me

I am your pamphleteer

I walk this room in time to the beat of the Gestetner

Contemplate my next communique

The rhetoric and treason of saying that I'll miss you

Of saying "Hey, well maybe you should stay"

Sing, Oh what force on earth could be

Weaker than the feeble strength

Of one, like me remembering

The way it could have been

So, help me with this barricade

No surrender, no defeat

A specter's haunting Albert Street

I am your pamphleteer

I am your pamphleteer

I am your pamphleteer