WEBVTT 00:00:00.000 --> 00:00:01.490 align:middle line:90% 00:00:01.490 --> 00:00:03.710 align:middle line:84% "Self-portrait as Midnight Storm." 00:00:03.710 --> 00:00:07.290 align:middle line:90% 00:00:07.290 --> 00:00:12.570 align:middle line:84% Tossing the steel mesh trash cans is so much fun. 00:00:12.570 --> 00:00:15.720 align:middle line:84% Not as much as juggling broken umbrellas 00:00:15.720 --> 00:00:19.320 align:middle line:84% or rocking the yellow taxis or the last of the Lincoln Town 00:00:19.320 --> 00:00:24.720 align:middle line:84% cars ferrying passengers, drenched and stimulated. 00:00:24.720 --> 00:00:27.540 align:middle line:84% The start of a new day and the pitch 00:00:27.540 --> 00:00:30.305 align:middle line:90% is black with stimulation. 00:00:30.305 --> 00:00:35.790 align:middle line:90% SHIRR, SHIRR, SHIRR, SHIRR. 00:00:35.790 --> 00:00:41.462 align:middle line:84% My sheets of rain, SHIRR, SHIRR, SHIRR. 00:00:41.462 --> 00:00:45.840 align:middle line:84% Oh, look at the angry boys drunk and holy 00:00:45.840 --> 00:00:50.310 align:middle line:90% as they try mimic storm. 00:00:50.310 --> 00:00:55.350 align:middle line:84% The really large guy's huge fist hits a bus stop carousel. 00:00:55.350 --> 00:00:57.960 align:middle line:84% It pebbles to the sidewalk, hundreds 00:00:57.960 --> 00:01:02.430 align:middle line:84% of green nuggets, his holy hand unblemished by blood. 00:01:02.430 --> 00:01:03.930 align:middle line:90% Foolish boys. 00:01:03.930 --> 00:01:06.450 align:middle line:84% Foolish boys, your anger is no storm, 00:01:06.450 --> 00:01:09.840 align:middle line:84% and your howling bears little glamor. 00:01:09.840 --> 00:01:14.970 align:middle line:84% The wolves in your throats have long since left you. 00:01:14.970 --> 00:01:20.280 align:middle line:84% And here in the rain, your pain is small, durable, 00:01:20.280 --> 00:01:24.300 align:middle line:84% and yet, the pebbles scatter about reminder 00:01:24.300 --> 00:01:27.600 align:middle line:90% of uglier private deeds. 00:01:27.600 --> 00:01:32.290 align:middle line:84% As for my winds, my rain, my tossing back the moon soft 00:01:32.290 --> 00:01:36.360 align:middle line:84% gleam means little to windows stood still storm 00:01:36.360 --> 00:01:39.150 align:middle line:84% after storm, centurions of design. 00:01:39.150 --> 00:01:42.210 align:middle line:84% They raised my ire and lash, lash, lash, 00:01:42.210 --> 00:01:45.690 align:middle line:84% I throw against glass, the sash a square reflection 00:01:45.690 --> 00:01:48.150 align:middle line:90% of domestic armature. 00:01:48.150 --> 00:01:54.140 align:middle line:84% As for the painted wood doors, they are so easily broken. 00:01:54.140 --> 00:01:55.000 align:middle line:90%