1. Alpha Centauri
2. Chanbara
3. Hulahoop Wounds
4. Napolean Solo
5. Pickpocket
6. For Now... We Toast
7. A Devil Among The Tailors
8. Shaking Hand Incision
9. Lopsided
10. Hourglass
11. Transatlantic Foe
Alpha Centauri
widows an antique replacement a briefcase filled
with mace widows six legged lost and found students spray the kent state
mist wishing wills missing clientele widows sex legged lost and found parkas
worn in summer apparel sweat lodge comatose of broken arrows widows veiled
in rebound sheets this is the ghost of a chance the lonely widows sex legged
lost and found precision watch the scalpel make roads hear them talk in
paranoid parables widows sex legged lost and found storefront chairmans
fingering buttons this running of the bulls will trample all the life support
system madrid space station spain e space flesh vs machine matadors chase
the bulls in a china shop gored my neck but don't spare me death i'm running
circles red cape paper taste the vapor matadors chase the bulls in a china
shop.
Chanbara
valmara valmara valmara flechettes kiss me with
the lisp of your shrapnel caress lost this arm, lost this leg lost this
diving board just a belly flopped proposal of let's be friends tour de
force defacto ayuchuco tour de force prosthetic, prosthetic, prosthetic
blemish necro is the velcro on the charred appendage carterize solder gun
in the melting of seeds oh dear god what a tangled web we weave tour de
force defacto ayuchuco tour de force all we are are failed attempts propelled
by stilt-leg presidents incarcerate the mason fence like flechettes flechettes
flechettes i'm not biting the lead my pencil's broken again we will fill
in the blanks or i can cheat off your test flechettes flechettes.
Hulahoop Wounds
in a small ghost town, there's a little arcade
where the poltergeists play their video games at the top of the roof he
says game over they said, game over they said run and get your quarters
in over cliffs we will swim ahead do the shackles underneath your bed haunt
the shackles in their grooves salem is home sentenced to live yes this
i know... comes back tenfold at the bottom of a french blue pool roamed
the drunk chipped tooth of the man in the moon burn furnace burn at the
bottom of the cliff shined a diamond with no end to its trip hook and sinker
i wrote it all down for you match a name to the face do you suspect?
do you confess? do you confess?
Napolean Solo
cut and paste were you sitting down on the beaded
impotence of new orleans a hint of suspense when that telephone rings this
is forever it paved a wave of distance between the syntax error from austin's
yellow brick road this is forever from this texas breath exhaled no sign
of relief this you know, this you know this is forever march 23rd hushed
the wind, the music died if you can't get the best of us now it's because
this is forever makes no difference our alphabet is missing letters seventeen,
embalmed and caskets lowered into the weather a drizzle, brisk and profound
from this texas breath exhaled no sign of relief this is forever strum
this broken harp we were struck by the chords set from their hearts this
is forever.
Pick Pocket
in the humble stence of nativity hummed the smell
of television snow a faint S.O.S. flickering riding on the coattails of
their ground zero neighborhood footprints ingrown the daylight savings
time will never know of this alabaster cold your lovers quarrel ended up
in crawspace dental identities will tell us apart teeth marked and bounded
with sighs step into my parlor said the spider to the fly stable hooved
footprints ingrown cloak and dagger muzak blared in ohms in this alabaster
cold ingrown more calibur per capita breakfast table search team implodes
the milk cartons that pour will never know of this alabaster cold.
For Now... We Toast
it's hit or miss upon the gate walls are the guards
asleep, bayonet and all are the search lights coming we built this tunnel
we shovel with our hands dig just a little bit, the camp is vast asleep
library laundromats inside the dirty sheets dig just a little bit soup
kitchen feeds lines of stubble and marrow a book of matches guides us home
do they have our scent, will we go home we shovel with our hands dig just
a little bit, the camp is vast asleep library laundromat dig just a little
big, the camp is vast asleep library laundromat live just a little bit
dakota fields will beg meet you on the other side dig just a little bit
they steamrolled past the lobby did you trip on your shoelace untied it's
in the past... and now we toast. dig just a little bit, the camp
is vast asleep live just a little bit dakota fields will beg meet you on
the other side winnepeg's a forest where the search and seizure hid wanted
for the crime of the disease that you give wanted for the crime of the
disease that you give.
A Devil Among The Tailors
they say that thirteen is just a number a double
agent funded in the secret of the hive and the workers and their lives
all sweet and honeycombed a hunger ravenous and funded incognito razor
burns talcum powered fingerprints all sweet and honeycombed stick your
tongue on the north pole read the graffiti splattered on the convertible
this bullet x marked the rumors jet-lagged stab you with this pitchfork
part your hair on the grassy knoll a cavity of candy in havana captivity
we heard the mug shots a patsy inclined. let the pollen make you
sneeze all sweet and honeycombed "hasta la victoria siempre" manana hay
misa para los sordos.
Shaking Hand Incision
nothing ever changes except scenery rearrangements
in the affectionate hands of horsepower assault best keep your pants on,
boy behind the armor of fault homeless makeshift triggers you'll never
walk again, you'll never walk again in the choked mouths of rivers parted
like a sea of loaded infidelity best keep your stitched lips starched in
a giggle homeless makeshift triggers you'll never walk again in piles of
clothing sleep the... stitched lips starched in a giggle in piles of clothing
sleep the dead no wire coat hangers never again.
Lopsided
this is the accent of the halfhearted land does
it all make sense now and if the ship was built in bottled sand does it
all make sense now the anchor's kiss was scrawled in dyslexic crayon yes
it all makes sense now is this just a life preserver or a bivouac tenure
the tropic of cancer answered, "drink the quicksand" a mirror was splintered
on the deck floor does it all make sense now a stowaway that lived beneath
this hull does it all make sense now the anchor's kiss was scrawled in
dyslexic crayon yes it all makes sense now is this just a life preserver
or a bivouac tenure the tropic of cancer answered, "drink the quicksand"
its gills will swin faster after a breath from the shore breathe the taste
of salt water dry heave up and overboard ponce de leon wrinkles let's make
it young again boat drinks for captains row our boat stowaway it all makes
sense now if our map was torn, navigate, navigate if your compass broke,
navigate, navigate.
Hourglass
sucks me in, taking a ride and i'm wishing for
the satellite grabbing vein pulling down on the radio laughing at the face
that's bending down i'm all alone so far up here and my oxygen's all gone
bend the metal my glory box has failed we're rocking in our reclining chairs
drive away that car that brought us all this harm those are the pieces
of my story line i'm all alone so far up here and my oxygen's all gone
truly stressing realization i wish i was an astronaut eight hour bitterness
all for whose sake stain glass sunday school charades.
Transatlantic Foe
pet sounds filling pet peeve void's black and white
tv with the sound turned down is it mono or stereo? lending aneurysm
satisfaction in the fruitless gaze of your mona lisa lazy smile trick ourselves
in portable stanzas black russian throated on this guillotine cancer how
steep we are but there's just no telling just no telling savion is under
heel clicking morse code through movie stills again the sky had blackened
with carrion birds pinstriped suits and cigarettes tapped danced through
the tepid burlesque their mouths were parched with excess thirst bridge
and chorus candy curse still they snag through the strepthroat verse pet
sounds filling pet peeve voids black and white tv with the sound turned
down like breathing blood through lungs of czar's child if i had a dollar
for every plot that you made in this bed of nails you make how steep how
steep we are.