Amaryllis In the Sprawl

Looking real pretty in her anorak Between A1-11 and the railway track Amaryllis has a dream of traffic cones And a crumpled raincheck for the pleasure dome She says, "Nothing is unbearable, nothing is unbearable" Peering through the window at the greasy sky And the complicated beauty of a river run dry Everything connected to her pleasure and pain She's gonna try it all once then do it all again As if everything's a riddle to her Everything's a riddle to her All of history: slack demented poetry Take a look at Amaryllis in the sprawl And the Road-Kill Kitten wants to feel it all Out around the ring road in the falling dark Between the heritage center and the business park Amaryllis thinking on the World and I: The way the mud don't love you And the trees don't cry All of it's embarrassing All of it's embarrassing All of history lit up like a christmas tree Take a look at Amaryllis in the sprawl And the car park's freezing but the rain don't fall Amaryllis moving through the shifting night It's a temporary structure but it feels alright The flesh of the city where it's got no bones And everywhere's America and nowhere's home And I dropped her off at Kidderminster Dropped her off at Kidderminster All of history: not all it's cracked up to be Take a look at Amaryllis in the sprawl And the electric eyeballs get to see it all Isn't it delirious?