The Red Light at WNKR

Good evening, city

I'm the soft wire between lonely kitchens

I stitch the dark with curtains and boats of light

I fold bad news to lullabies most nights

If truth is heavy, I tilt the mic just right

I'm the mouth that marries sorrow to the bright

I pronounce headlines slow so grief can keep up

Sell soap between wars like mercy in a cup

Sponsors want smiles

Truth smells like cordite

So I perfume the facts, then I bow to the night

But some names won't rinse, stick to my teeth

Some secrets pay extra just to stay beneath

Frequently see hum like the ground saying psalms

I sign off like a priest with nicotine palms

Another life waits in a year I can't reach

April 2000, when I wake and preach

Till then, I hide warnings and add copy rhyme

Buy two, get one free

Means buy yourself time

Hash Blink

I stitch the dark with curtains and boats of light

I fold bad news to lullabies most nights

If truth is heavy, I tilt the mic just right

I'm the mouth that marries sorrow to the bright

None walk easier through full dren with echo T-Hall