Falling Down, Falling Down

The important things are always bubbling just under the surface---

just below the boiling point

and that's where they stay in an interminable pendulum---

Until flashes and distorted lights bring them about

We flee public places because they're too crowded

and we're all enmeshed in each other's tweed and scent and arm hair

And then in a second---

on the 7th---

we changed our minds

Suddenly---

we couldn't take cover

in the undercover

of the underground

and there was a menacing ignorance of death drifting across the Atlantic

and up through the asphalt

mixing blood with double red

And so it was---

bearing the King's Cross

merely three and change, they took to strike their fancy

all the while, we just thought we were minding the gap