Alone in the City pt. III

Alone in the City pt. III

I dip dive into a Michigan lake only to fly straight up

Water is dripping from my body

Like one of those corny glamour shots of a model

Getting out of a pool

Only it is not a corny glamour shot of a model

Getting out of a pool

It is real and it is me, flying straight up

When you're this high,

the constellations of city lights

are clearly path marks on Gods cheeks

That much is obvious to you

Why hadn't you seen it before?

Too close?

Not close enough

The plane lands and a man waits for you at baggage claim

With your middle name on a sign

Your assistant has advised the driver

To put your middle name on the sign instead of Posner

This way, fans won't suspect you are coming, congregate

And ask for pictures and autographs upon your arrival

This is not actual problem in your life

Fans almost never wait for you at airport baggage claims

This is a system you put in place for a problem you wished you had

The driver takes you to your parents house in the suburbs

Your mother answers the door, your father is in the hospital

He has a tumour the size of a tangerine lodged in his forehead

They're gonna cut his head open today and take the tumour out

Here you are again

Alone in the city