In a severe beat persistent,
As scarecrows we wait
Civil quarters in Haitian tongue
Fatherless forfeiture,
Of blue cerebral lawn

Hollow be your fertility,
Bundled in shambles
Auditory clock,
Little hand on the stolen permission,
Big hand ticking on your lame excuse ambition

It's three-day-evolution-O' clock,
In the eye of the norm
Between the cracks of syntax error,
Presubstance upheaval,
Embalming parades
Sitting and waiting for the beep,

I got the human question,
And you got the answering machine

And I pricked my nails,
On the Ouija board splinters
Checked all my messages,
And your tone gave me all sorts of shivers

Screeched my nails down on the green chalkboard,
Never was I more determined:
500 times I must not talk,
Out of turn

Nesting,
I'm the legion,
I am my own membership
Incident,
The circumference of your chain-link steering wheel
Rolling dice,
Plush interior
Power steering clear of objects that are closer than they appear,
In the rear view of the mirror

All your "soon"'s are all of my "now"'s

[x4]

I bought myself with apologies,
No returns
Indent with attendant repair,
Demand and supply

Swimming in bourbon,
And spoiled without,
An offsides penalty,
With Russian alibis,
And masked as intuition lullabies

And your check bounced higher,
Than any other piece of plagiarism,
Stolen from concrete expenses

It expired,
Repetitive calamity with tender pitch,
And your risk nature
Well, not a damn thing becomes epic,
In wetback proportions

Nothing holds the pages in mid-sentence anxiety,
Against bought-out variety
These partly cloudy assumptions,
Under the counter pleads,
If by reason of profanity
Ditto,
Mine

Alone,
Intact,
And faithfully humble
Amusement likes those who mumble
Rack on top shelf categorization,
I bought myself with apologies

Indent,
Attendant repair
Repulsive,
Gently lower each side of buckets

I got a human question,
And you got the answering machine

And I got my fists in my pockets,
And all the fallen angels dancing at my feet
And all your "soon"'s will always be all of my "now"'s

All your "soon"'s are all of my "now"'s

[x8]

"Not I," said the redness in my eyes,
Who happened to be choking on it's own gizzard,
Getting stuck in the side of the air passages

Compact and phlegm,
Fetal concentration camp vacancy
With bulldozer suaveness,
Tiptoeing in the safety of your own home
Lashing out in self defense,
To the undertow of your intruder projectile excuses

I got a human question,
And you got the,
Answering machine