27 Dollars by Matthew Milia
Jennifer
Whenever
You decide
I'll be around
The temperature
In Detroit this summer
Is certified
To bring the whole thing to the ground
But everything will be better
Someday when the TV letters
Of the station that I used to watch
Rearrange and spell my heaven
Maybe channels 4 and 7
Will broadcast the entire life I've botched
Everything will awaken
And if I am not mistaken
You still owe me
27 dollars
With a senator
As your benefactor
You got pretty good at
Cashing checks from the man
Now you're lost
In your mother's sweater
That you ask me to recognize
And you know that I can
But everything will be butter
When we fracture in each other
And mix around a hundred broken parts
So meet me at The Lodge this evening
As all the bastard boys are leaving
I'll be beside the arcade throwing darts
Everything will awaken
And if I am not mistaken
You still owe me
27 dollars
You know what it's for
Appears on Enter the Kingdom