Impossible as a Postcard

[Verse 1]
I see the town all lit up
Parked atop the hill
Pretty as a postcard
And as impossible
I see the bars at night
The bile and the swill
In flickering light
The putrid and the ill

[Verse 2]
I walk barefoot down Main St
A heel in either hand
I hear a generator
I hear an old brass band’s
Undead processional
A funeral for the damned
Wailing until
The night comes to an end

[Verse 3]
In the park you tell me
Forever and a day
I feel it in my stomach
I feel it in the way
Your finger down my back
Is lightning snapped awake
A thunderous clap
Preceded by the rain

[Verse 4]
I watch you in moonlight
Silhouette in frame
Beneath the twisted oak trees
Beside the crackling flame
I see it all so bright
Your beauty and your pain
The whole of your life
The well of everything