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