Stop Motion Cyclops

Olive buried under hair so curly Hunter’s arrow broke her bonds so surly The charm of a witch and an astronaut’s sadness Living in the egg whites of an atlas I’m bound to let you go Watch you float away like snow I’m bound to let you go Olive tumbles out from her martini The ground bananas and the sky is dreamy She floats until the seas are all puddles Birds sew themselves into blankets for cuddles I'm bound to let you go Watch you float away like snow I'm bound to let you go Olive’s smile dissipates in the mist Hitchhikes on a raincloud that it kissed I'm bound to let you go Watch you float away like snow I'm bound to let you go

My cat is the Orangest Cat He’s so big but he ain’t fat He’s got six pockets for his stuff Don’t lie to him, he’ll call your bluff Orangest Cat went to the moon Came back in a pink balloon He gave us effervescent cheese Now we see everything in threes My cat is the Orangest Cat He’s so big but he ain’t fat His house made of twigs and awards His shower pours out power chords Orangest Cat smells like the bible His high-fives have effects quite tidal Your blood may taste of deep self-loathing He’ll wrap you in esteem trunk clothing My cat is the Orangest Cat He’s so big but he ain’t fat He walks the earth like he owns the place His mind an infinite staircase Orangest Cat, Orangest Cat Orangest Cat, Orangest Cat!

From among the clocks, you assemble like a bullfrog You’re a music box, paintings grooving to your tunes Smarter of the gods, silverware spills from your coat sleeves Mustache the facade, drinking whiskey with the moon Swimming beams of light, plucking songs out of the ocean Fireflies play the night, luminescent glissando From the shadows jaw, speaking paragraphs of silence Bathed in cinema, cosmic void sewn in your clothes As the air turns green, with a horse for a hotel room Whisper to my dream, sail away you crooked star

Your shadow burst through the tree limbs Cloud halos dripping from your chin A constellation of cassettes Glow in the spiral bound sunset Melting in the heat of church pews Ghosts of teenagers miss curfew “We swim like dinosaurs,” she said Bathed in the spiral bound sunset Your parenthetical heartbreak From bunny ears to mouth of snake While others tell of loves long dead We toast the spiral bound sunset Darkening shine, between the lines Your kitchen pale face on the floor The ocean cannot find the shore Empty chest when you realize There is no spiral bound sunrise

Flower petals in your fingerprints, dropping like hints The facts you won’t evince Silver string sewn in your tongue and teeth, glimmer as you breathe Sparkling from under Neath the tough leather skin laid bare The green softness you’re afraid to share Say you’re made of stone but it’s clear you are an Alligator Pear Watch the sunset in a burning match, see a new day hatch See the moon detach Skeletoning everything concealed, reality unpeeled Truths finally re Vealed in a much more flattering glare Your inner core so full of love and care Say you’re made of stone but it’s clear you are an Alligator Pear Tryin’ not to reveal you’re An Alligator Pear

There’s a skin to your absence, hard as a cactus, keeps me from moving away Feet sown to the floorboards, tongue in the sock drawer, my words all amorphous like clay Did you canyon your past, is it echoing back? Does it reverberate, or just excavate? In the night I can hear the moon singing for lovers dancing alone, Beating hearts, filling eyes with fog to be released from the ghost in your home Fall into your echo eyes Did you canyon your past, is it echoing back? In the grave in your eyes, phantoms starting to rise In the night I can hear the moon singing for lovers dancing alone, Beating hearts, filling eyes with fog to be released from the ghost in your home Fall into your echo eyes