Heart of the Continent-John K. Samson

[ti:Heart of the Continent] [ar:John K. Samson] [al:Provincial] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.37]02.Heart Of The Continent [00:01.99]. [00:08.05]North wind sinks [00:09.73]The fence around a lot full of debris [00:15.05]Near the corner of Memorial and Me [00:23.42]Where resurrected brick and drywall lean back into place [00:30.86]There's a terrified reflection of my face [00:38.49]All alone at the gleaming knife display [00:42.49]In the army surplus sales. [00:46.42]As the dusk descends and my inspiration fails. [00:54.80]Ghost-filled discount parkas, sleeping bags [01:02.30]Peer at me from the crumpled dark. [01:18.67]Inky bruises punched into the sky by bolts of light [01:25.39]And then leak across the body of tonight. [01:33.53]While rain and thunder drop and roll, [01:37.28]Then stop short of a storm [01:40.97]Leave the air stuck with this waiting to be born. [01:48.84]As I stand before an unresponsive automatic door, [01:56.78]Just another door that won't open for me anymore [02:05.41]The exit red gets brighter then blinks off, [02:15.72]Presses me into the crumpled dark. [02:55.28]There's a billboard by the highway [02:59.53]That says "Welcome to", "Bienvenue" [03:07.09]But no sign to show you when you go away. [03:15.59]And our demolitions punctuate [03:19.22] [03:23.21]All we mean to say, then leave too late. [03:29.89]So I'll make my shaky exclamation mark [03:38.58]With a hand full of the crumpled dark.