The southern tipping point

In the car
Across from the garage of life
There I love till I can love no more
In that garage where love is made
In front of passer's by

All a fountain
All a fantasy
Driving down into the southern grey
Darkening suddenly like a mood brought on
By colliding islands

The southern tip pointing to ice
The skies as grey and red and as terrible
As a rabid dog's tongue
licking up the sky a purple hell fire

All a landing all a arrival
Brother city, walk beside me
As parents ride by
Little fangs in the grass
Petrol stations
Downward avenues

Missed pickups
Where is my brother?
Time out