The Hexx/then

Capistrano swallow, answer to

Your inner voice and please return,

God installed that radar in

Your pointy little beak so you'd return.



Epileptic surgeons with their eyes

X'ed out attend to the torn up kid.

Salivate and reckon with all

The sick things that you did.

The secondary stumbles cause the cadence

Of the count has lead them astray,

Pray their intuition leads them

Crashing into bodies in a perfect way.

But I, I saw you reeling in a parking lot,

I, I saw you rallying round a parking lot,

Line up for the comfort

And kick it on the bumper,

Know (no?) there is no leeway

You're standing on the freeway in love,

Motion, you were destined

For the paupers grave.

Architecture students are like virgins

With an itch they cannot scratch,

Never build a building till you're 50

What kind of life is that?

Stalled out on an escalator

Wishing which way to return up or down,

My Palestinian nephew got

His face blown off in a dusty craft.