Steel hull in a garden bed
Iron skin and painted red
Broken panes above my head
Where the salty currents tread
I am anchored in the glare
Static humming in the air
Under ceilings thin and bare
Caught within a crystal snare
Oil stains on the concrete floor
Tugboat dreaming of the shore
Rusting hinges on the door
I don't wander anymore
I am anchored in the glare
Static humming in the air
Under ceilings thin and bare
Caught within a crystal snare
Greenhouse heat is thick and slow
Where the plastic lilies grow
Watch the winter currents flow
While the heavy pistons glow
I am anchored in the glare
Static humming in the air
Under ceilings thin and bare
Caught within a crystal snare
Copper wires and salted grit
Where the jagged edges split
In this hollow urban pit
Wait for someone else to light it
I am anchored in the glare
Static humming in the air
Under ceilings thin and bare
Caught within a crystal snare
Under the glass. Under the glass.
Glass Harbor.
