Lyrics

Possibility needs to rest after walking too many miles without sleep
through the entrail streets of dusty ashen cities, (awake, awake)
possibility forgot how to lay its head down,
night after night downing endless cups of truck stop coffee
jaundiced in the glow of gas station lights
its veins saturated with a brown liquid that says
"go on, go on"
and drags the body behind it in a dazed dreamlike ephedrine state, anesthetized
a muted television blaring snow.

Possibility watched billy-clubs come down on unsuspecting heads in a blacked
out field surrounded by barricades, and leads the crowd to safety, arms
linked shouting "The people united will never be defeated, the people united
will never be . . . "

Possibility was handcuffed shouting "Todos Somos Illegales" at La Migra,
was dragged vomiting through the streets by men in blue, rested the night on cold concrete,
still wearing the ripped shirt of the revolution,
she was the only white girl there.

Possibility made the front page of the Houston Chronicle
holding a wire coat hanger up in front of an upside down American flag,
condemning Pennsylvania Courts.

At three months pregnant, possibility had a miscarriage
and now trails the empty placenta behind her in dreams.

Possibility stumbled into a bar
and after three days forgot its own identity
wanders dawn's amethyst streets,
beating on doorframes, crying for its name
and falls to its knees defeated in the closed doorway of a church.

Possibility choked on too many cigarettes,
and now carries a respirator and its own oxygen supply.

In the day the body is a toxic waste dump
swallowing gallons of Hudson Bay water, and Los Angeles Air.
ingesting aspartame and the green ever-glow of the Atomic Twinkie.
in sleep
in sleep
under a still sky of star and moon
the body cleanses itself, purges gray fumes through a filter of stars
in the morning awakes and begins pure again.
awakes and begins pure again.

Lost in the desert on its way to deliver a letter,
Possibility became dehydrated
it shrank to the size of small seeds,
is carried on the tails of exhausted ridden wind,
is scattered across fields and highways,
is breathed in through the noses of small children,
nestles itself in gutters,
clings to dusty streets,
hides beneath railroad ties, and phone line poles,
embeds itself in the mortar cracks of industrial buildings and the brick
walls of this mighty city.

It watches seasons turn -
and waits.