Stop Motion Cyclops

  Isn’t gone isn’t forgotten, isn’t lost to time  Isn’t poking eyeballs out from beneath this slanty rhyme Isn’t Batman isn’t Robin, isn’t Mr. Freeze  Isn’t saving kittens isn’t hanging them up in trees  Can’t be defined by what you’re not  Can’t do the chaser without the shot Can’t pilfer minutes from your clock  Can’t bring em back again  Isn’t carved in alabaster isn’t a cartoon  Isn’t abstract animal assembled from balloon Isn’t pulled in 12 directions not super glued to the floor  Isn’t valentined after like Dorothy Lamour Can’t be defined by what you’re not  Can’t lace the shoes and forget me knot Can’t speak in sidewalk without chalk Can’t keep your secrets in Isn’t spun among the living isn’t netherworld  Isn’t clutching to yourself like umbrella ununfurled  Isn’t curly twirly whispy isn’t a straight line Isn’t born under a semi fractured neon sign  Can’t be defined by what you’re not  Can’t connect the transi...

  I wish I was the rain, I wish that I could wrinkle the earth And baptize everything, the lawns and cars and frowns and birds, deciduous emotion reborn in the cold I wish I was the rain, to feel myself evaporate into air  An epic transmutation, a transubstantiation, a total dissipation to the void  I wish I was the rain, to conjugate inside the atmosphere  Ruminate above the world, percolate the starry sky, whisper the impermanence of clouds I wish I was the rain, to combine and become the waves and sea Anonymous as water, so lucid so essential, reliving the cycle over and over and over and over and over a 

  Sound the alarm for inclement reason, a tornado of toxic beliefs  Shots fired, it’s open season for those diverging from similarity  We’ll sing with our gabardine voices, striking back against the hateful storm Entwined in fear resistant noises, turn your collar to the disinformed It’s a perilous panorama, so mispronounced nowhere to hide You can’t fit in constrictive pajamas, you explode the narrowly defined  We’ll sing with our gabardine voices, striking back against the hateful storm Liberated from fatal choices, casting off I’ll-fitting uniforms  So let’s dance with our variations, shimmering in distinct beauty  Eclipsing outside negation, supernova with disharmony 

  Make a home in my name, you can live in my letters  Incubate, neon lights, wrap yourself in the luminance  Apothecary marquee, a peaceful abode I’ll watch over, blanket fort, I’ll be safe and sound  I’m not a doctor, I’m not a lodestar I’m not a circus strongman  But I can care take, I can defend, I’ll be a makeshift moon Apothecary marquee, a guardian angel  I’ll protect you, I will shield, I’ll be safe and sound  Make a home in my name, you can live in my letters  Consonants, constant tents safe haven in sentences Apothecary marquee, a peaceful abode I’ll watch over, blanket fort, I’ll be safe and sound 

  Reknit the bones, reset their tones Rehouse the known, reset the moan Reknit the bones, realize the grown Rehouse the known, realize the drone Reknit the frame, rewrite game  Rehouse the blame, rewrite the name Recall regret, reflect regret  Release regret, renew reset Reknit the facts, recode the cracks Rehouse distract, recode retract Replace the bones, reform the home The house unknown, revise headstone