Slalom - Daniel Striped Tiger

Down at the park was where I saw you.

In flowers, in blankets over brick homes.

Running your name through the reeds, I ask you:

Was it somebody you saw in the street?

Dead in the park was how I found you,

Among brick names were flower beds.

Running your name through the reeds, I ask you:

Was it someone that you met in the street?

(Let's realize our motion here:

The time is now.

The windows glow blue).

And if a leg was broken —

You’d somehow blame the pavement.

Pushing forth the waiting list.

There’s no more room for blackmail.

I tried to stand up (I lost my balance).

I tried to stand up (I lost my balance and fell).

Fifteen times (Fifteen times).

They blasted holes through the clouds.