City litter swirls making the skin of the invisible man Catching the glow off the ionosphere Still fighting the cold war What else is a well-trained soldier to do Buried in the deep suburban towns? Come thirty he’s finally learning to read on the surface Instead of sweeping for mines If I hit the lights just right Ashland will be green all night Come circuit splendor Love comes hidden in friction Love comes hidden in friction She found him dead in the brush in a puddle of wax Broken rib, swimmer’s ear, and a hell of a tan She came on him with gifts in tow of Ice, isopropyl, and aloe Cradles him after the fall With a grace she believes she’s got only in dream Stitches his wings by degrees Wipes the porridge away from her mouth with her sleeve Leans with purpose Gives him her lips divine And if you hit the lights just right Ashland will be green all night And all the past is somehow suddenly justified If somehow it’s funneled up to this (Ashland will be green all night) If somehow it’s funneled up to this (Ashland will be green all night) Love comes hidden in friction Love comes hidden in friction Stitches his wings by degrees…