jupiter's eye

my playlist ran out on the radio
 
so it's just the phoebe's singing in the citrus trees now
it's the whooshing sound
of passing cars
the world coming alive all around me
 
i'm sitting in my car
drunk and unemployed
waiting for the sun
 
it might as well be a firing squad
 
i have this tension in my stomach
swirling around
like the storm in jupiter's eye
 
and i feel so invisible
i feel alone
 
i don't want to die
 
but sometimes  
i think it would just make sense