Tank to the bone
not fury, not temp
you know where the bones are buried
not spent. They come alive
and reach for the sun
sometimes stars
where they wash their clothes
and their worn up drawers.
Laundry cannot be made without soap.
The people that do not understand that are dopes.
There's only so many times a trash can be poked
before you realize the dog inside is dead.
Anyone can walk around with a fistful of lead,
no place to bury it
except someones head.
We all do dream, we all do seem
to be reasonable fellas
reasonable riffs from bred.
If you speak fast enough
no one will point blank become rational.
Spin tales
go deep and sing about things like whales.
You will get nailed to a wall
and your caterwaul will be diagnostosed.
Setting ten.
Yes burned black thick and thin.
Through and through.
Sight beyond sight,
we will show some sort of might and "yeah
sure you're right." You have no concept of
doom.
Welcome to think,
in here with me in the klink,
or in a jail, nope, chainmail. I where it too.
Sword tip to my
tongue out
in my face
in your face
toast blackens against inside of a machined
toaster and pops for margarine. Clipped thought
ends.
