Stop Motion Cyclops

  Horizon holds her breath, unfurling toward the days endeavors. The fog twined in the trees, spun out to spell The Ghost of Christmas Ever Sacred and scared in the snow, starlight of stairs lets me go The fireplace sings soft and low, bringing me I made a prayer for you, sculpted from mercy and feathers It spiraled from my hands, wings whispering The Ghost of Christmas Ever Sacred and scared in the snow, starlight of stairs lets you go The fireplace sings soft and low bringing you Sacred and scared in the snow, buried in hair long ago Your spirit sings soft and low, beckoning

  How does it feel to be dealt a hand full of sardines and rusty nails?  Pinch yourself you might find that you hate the way you feel.  Frosted shoulder shoves your teeth into crooked interruption. Loop the handshake in reverse til we forget our introduction. Leaves falling like elevators, confetti the political desanguination. Your mouth is spitting bitter snow but everybody's changed the station. Scrape off the tears of rage and cultivate a garden of attrition. Feed the beast of kindness and pray it don't die of malnutrition. You think when the dust settles you'll ascend to the upper crust. But when all is dotted and crossed you'll only be left with dust. Elevator filled with fallen leaves, crisply blanket the fallow field. Throwing punches yards from the mark, it doesn't matter if you yield.

In your dream, your hair is dancing, off-key tributes twine, entrancing The crackling hum of waves of light, coarsing through your veins like snakebite Children shivering like a paused VHS, angry furniture fills the room with stress Pummel problems we can't diagnose, morse code clocking ticks out threatening odes Singing Ooh, I'm a wolf, I am a gun in your home There was a time there was a God who hung his world on your facade Fingers thrumming ribs like strings, scripture spread from spine like wings Then the words burned off the page, flames warping sound in crackled rage A smoking book, a mumbled moral, filled with pseudo-sense in quarrel Screaming Ooh, I'm a wolf, I am a gun in your home Shadow babble, TV tongue, spirit throttled, left unsung Harps of doubt are fully strung, breath of cynic spins in lung The facade world now gone unhung, Sunday bells all mute, unrung But inspiration's found among dreams and colors of the young Singing Ooh, I'm a wolf, I am a 

Roofbirds could fly us away, instead they roost They demean the destitution that they produced They're grooming their grubby feathers so handsome We're trapped behind bars in their national ransom Roofbirds you roll us like dice in your game The whole world is burning but you side with the flames We all yearn to soar to the peaks in this town But we decay in the drought of your trickle down We'll rise above your prickly fence Our gift to make your present tense Re-dictionary the world to make sense Roofbirds presume to be wholly devout Their orders come straight from the puppet's mouth No true deity penetrates your radar Your hijacked horizon will blind you with stars We'll rise above your prickly fence Our gift to make your present tense Re-dictionary the world to make sense You scratchy uncles better flee This blue wave from the rising sea Wash out your stains so everyone can be free

The sun's a furious coffee stain, condescending on my fuzzy frown. Again, again. Puts a fiendish hex upon me, may your wishing fountain pennies drown. Again, again. Fall from your fear, swim through your tears. Fall from your fear, into insincere. My confidence a burning bookmark, dissolving into ash between the page. That way, that way. Clogging up the margin gutters, combining with the hues into old age. That way, that way. Fall from your fear, swimming through tears. Soaking up beer, into insincere. Cemetery dandelions, resurrect the infectious brilliance. Of you, of you. Sentimenting through the pasture, spreading with nostalgic resilience. Of you, of you. Swim through your tears, as they disappear. Fall into your fears, out of insincere.

There’s a looseness in my chest that’s like a rope with too much slack and then you hold my hand and suddenly we rhyme. The singing in your fingertips entrances me and spirals round my head like a swirling glass of wine. You’re the Polaris of my dreams, the siren song that drifts me out to sea, and I’m wonderfully wondering why Sometimes when you look at me the clouds all disappear and I am captured in the radiance surrounding. Then your smile just sweeps me to the dizzy atmosphere and I am swimming in the splendor so astounding. You’re the Polaris of my dreams, the siren song that drifts me out to sea, and I’m wonderfully wondering why As I wander through the valley of your coffee flavored kiss, I am a vagabond that’s bonded to you truly. And all the empty boxes echoing with solitude, I have surrendered to the void through and throughly. You’re the Polaris of my dreams, the siren song that drifts me out to sea, and I’m wonderfully wondering why it’s me.

Help me, I’m surrounded by wasps, I can’t hear what they say Buried under their droning buzz, the antidote for the day Your garage bares its fangs, tossing commas into barren soil Interruptions sprout springtime through, bearing tumult and turmoil Lie die, lie die die die die, Lie die die die die, lie die die die Help me, I’m surrounded by wasps, furious wings poisoned to life Squinting I can see through the swarm, feel your indifference like a knife Shall I collapse into clothes, wriggle down in my elbowed sleeves Or vibrate into atmosphere, anti-matter no one can perceive Lie die, lie die die die die, Lie die die die die, lie die die die Lie die, lie die die die die, Lie die die die die, lie die die die Lie die, lie die die die die, Lie die die die die, lie die die die Lie die, lie die die die die, Lie die die die die, lie die die die