Riot Pollen

Yellow dust Green light Wind hits Wrong right Eyes sting Blood runs Riot pollen In the lungs Warm air off the pavement Petals in the wire Whole city looked harmless Then the trees caught fire Gold on the railing Static in the bloom Something sweet went feral And drifted through the room Hit the mouth like sugar Hit the chest like knives Everybody breathing Like the season came alive No one stayed composed long No one kept it clean Spring put on a war face Under all that green Shake it loose Let it rise You can see the fever Moving through the eyes Sweet little warning Bright little storm By the time you name it It’s already in the blood Riot pollen Yellow in the lungs Whole room blooming Wrong all at once Riot pollen Sweet with a bite Petals in the siren Gold in the white Riot pollen No cure, just spring Every closed-up body Breaks into bloom when it hits Breathe it Breathe it Breathe it Riot pollen Breathe it Let the whole thing in Drums under the concrete Branches in the glass Girls in stacked-up harmonies Watching colors crack Flute line through the heatwave Metal in the shine Whole floor catching blossom Like sparks across the spine I like my season reckless I like my bloom too loud I like that moment flowers Start behaving like a crowd Put your face into the weather Let it mark the skin Some things only flower Once the riot enters in Shake it loose Let it rise You can see the fever Moving through the eyes Sweet little warning Bright little storm By the time you name it It’s already in the blood Riot pollen Yellow in the lungs Whole room blooming Wrong all at once Riot pollen Sweet with a bite Petals in the siren Gold in the white Riot pollen No cure, just spring Every closed-up body Breaks into bloom when it hits No soft bloom No safe green This is what the pretty season means Throat full of sunlight Skin full of drums Everything half-dead Starts to come undone If you want the miracle Watch what it does The garden hit the bloodstream And forgot to ask The field grew teeth The sky stayed blue That’s the thing about beauty It can come for you Dust Flash Petal Crash Dust Flash Honey Glass Hey Hey Riot pollen Hey Hey Let the whole thing pass through Riot pollen Yellow in the lungs Whole room blooming Wrong all at once Riot pollen Sweet with a bite Petals in the siren Gold in the white Riot pollen No cure, just spring Every closed-up body Breaks into bloom when it hits Yellow dust Green light Wind hits Wrong right