Snow On Dead Neighborhoods
Electric President
Pluck all the wires from your skin
Toss them to the wind
Open your chest and let me in
I’ll help you mend
While you carve our names
In the ice on the sidewalk
And I do the same
On the face of a cinder block
Thousands of houses hug this road
But no one’s home
All the picket fences look like bones
’Cause nothing grows
Snow covers everything in sight
A ghostly white
Under that blanket there’s no life
Just blinking lights
We peer through the glass
Of those empty households
The TVs are all still on
They’re flashing images across the walls