"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

"Rascuache"

of fences with switches
turn them on
the moats of your homes
poured salt on
these slugs
mugshot fatigue
shimmering

pacemaker pace yourself
you were slowly clawing
your way out

tourniquet of gossip
on a board of checkered
chess
salt ring probing
in case of emergency
stampede is coming
mastadon infantry
radiate this frequency
and show me just what
the hell you mean

pacemaker pace yourself
you were slowly clawing
your way out

here comes the bride
here comes the bride
lavender and smothered in
black turpentine

"Ursa Minor"

does it hurt you when you breathe?
stink around the wallet itch
a towel was thrown between the ropes
sweat inside your eyelids
it exorcised the fire from the sky
(snakecharmer make them dance again)
it exorcised the fire from the sky
(make them itch in kerosene dance)

prepare your sleep apparatus

autopsy performed on probable cause
while you sleep
they will come and get you tonight
(so i guess this is goodnight...)

skip with elbowed sobs
your palms were soaking wet
parched in the stupor
elbowed, teach the tutor
peel the scabs
incognito with wounds
this anecdote fountain
won't dry too soon

500 times
"i must not talk out of turn"

no vents opened
but all settlements new
a second native
for deserved growth

permission to land
all systems go...
propeller snapped
decapitated while you slept
upon your pillow

inertia kisses those around me.