text: Im standing on this corner, cant get their attention
  Facing rush hour faces turned around
  I clutch my stack of paper, press one to a chest
  Then watch it swoop and stutter to the ground
  Im weary with right-angles, abbreviated daylight
  And waiting for a winter to be done
  Why do I still see you in every mirrored window
  In all that I could never overcome?
  How I dont know what I should do
  With my hands when I talk to you
  How you dont know where you should look
  So you look at my hands
  How movements rise and then dissolve
  Melted by our shallow breath
  How causes dance away from me
  I am your pamphleteer
  I walk this room in time to the beat of the Gestetner
  Contemplate my next communique
  The rhetoric and treason of saying that Ill miss you
  Of saying Hey, well maybe you should stay
  Sing, Oh what force on earth could be
  Weaker than the feeble strength
  Of one, like me remembering
  The way it could have been
  So, help me with this barricade
  No surrender, no defeat
  A specters haunting Albert Street
  I am your pamphleteer
  I am your pamphleteer
  I am your pamphleteer