Emergency

I've often dreamt of a conversation

That just keeps on coming up again and again

We're sitting in the Baby Bar bereft

At a shadowy table, out past the sentences end

It's an emergency without end

From until it's no longer fun

To that's no longer relevant

From until we're no longer one

To the bona-fide embodiment

Of an endless emergency

Without end

We're an endless emergency

Without end

We often stop in these conversations

Things we say here, stay here forever, amen

When everything seems either funny or lousy

Funny or lousy, that's where it usually ends

Emergency without end

From until it's no longer fun

To that's no longer relevant

From until we're no longer one

To that's no longer permanent

The last survivors of those terms

To the bona-fide embodiment

Of an endless emergency

Without end

We're an endless emergency

Without end

We're an endless emergency

Without end

But your finger starts to wiggle

And landscapes emerge