The Tripped and sullen Woodsman
Frustrated and calm, he stands with trees
Ominous branches, each one a soul on limb
Stranded, echoed with leaves
   The trunk either thriving or poisoned at core
With his axe the devil decides
A cut and your body will do the same
And when it falls, a mortal will die

The U Fifty-Five Ten Forty-Six
Was my means to space
Knowing it was worth the risk
From the ground up at the ship I laughed before standard takeoff procedure
I knew where I was going
And I had all that I would need there
My suite filled with oxygen
  From the umbilical cord of the craft
And my mind filled with thoughts of them
How I’m never going back

  In my swamp of space
  My sandbox and womb
  I became the unspoken face
And the son of the moon

Everyone
In my head, said
In unison
Is everybody in, said
From down here
You mind appears, said
Street lights change
You’ll rearrange, said
Things look different from the ground.

Telephone poles become the earth’s rulers for how far we’ve gone
Another trip
Another travel
Another tower
I’ve grown fond
Of every face that I’ve witnessed passing through glass
Between sponges of green
And each spectrum’s mast

Despite the frustration flaunting his bedspread
I despise the energy it takes to proof bread
                    “an hour at least”
                               No
                      I’m quite nocturnal
I stay awake with the moon, owls, and turtles
Who play cards in their shells
Subconscious betting
As we ante up because
Every son is setting, out

Larry, the man who terraformed Mars, has a scar over his left eye.
Maggie, his younger sister, could not make up her mind.
Her brother was a Star Man. She was left behind.
Maggie swam in the ocean
Larry paid a fine.

Maggie liked tequila
Larry was back on Earth.
He liked snorting space rocks
By the basement furnace hearth.

Larry got a parking ticket
Maggie passed out in the sand
She did not feel a single thing
When she was ****** there by a man.

The baby was coming in April and
Maggie went to the clinic
Larry thought about Venereal tides
While he was out having a picnic.

Larry, the man who terraformed Mars, has a scar over his left eye.
Maggie, his younger sister, could not make up her mind.
Her brother was a Star Man. She was left behind.
Maggie swam in the ocean
Larry paid a fine.

Maggie is now a single mother
In the house with a furnace hearth.

Larry never came back down
The last time he left Earth.

There are two of us at the corner
We wait to be exposed
  Two of us, waiting
With secrets that we chose
To keep to ourselves
Within our greasy fox-like smirks
We would tell you if you ask nicely
But usually nothing works

Lady in red
My disposition was read  
My expedition for change
My pockets are full of change

My pockets are full of change
My pockets are soulful of change

Well I guess it’s implied that I wear my heart on my sleeve
Because when love is spelled backwards the four letters don’t mean the same thing
And the bomb has been dropped time to move with god speed
I can’t believe the sights and sounds of my post apocalyptic speech
I miss my old earth; I miss my pennyroyal tea
I miss my girl, my sweet flower, though she’s never met me
And if there’s one thing I remember, it’s forget about feelings
Because I chased my girl for eternity, and now she’s bitten me
I’m still waiting
I’m forever waiting
Lying here in my undead state, if I had tears I know I’d cry
But my leg is stuck to this wall by chain; I count bugs to pass the time
Who lives here? What will they be? As these questions come to mind
A silhouette appears, turns off the light and leaves me behind
I miss my girl, my sweet black dove, my kitten and my swine
I’ll just lay here, I know you’ll care, and love me in due time
I’m still waiting
I’m forever waiting

Waiting for a train in the courtyard
Wait to go insane I’m gonna go far  
Away from this train in the courtyard
I’ve planned to be in pain only thus far

I’ve been studying
I’ve been swallowed
I’ve been studying
I’ve been swallowed

Can you remember?
When you were young
All the lightning and sirens and wondering aimlessly
Tell me how often did you say the names that you once called
Run to them now
They’re made out of concrete and fueled by dismantled
Repetitive sidewalks and drippings from candles, they’ll burn you alive
Speak to them now
I’d ask for a recap but your hands are shaking from
Secrets and torture the elders mistaking of fool’s gold
Clap for them now
Yes they’re misleading I honor your reprise
Stop they’re retreating we need them back into our lives!

Weren’t you a member?
A child to the sun
All the frightening of lions and thundering shamelessly
Tell me how often did you play the games, are you too old
Look to them now
They’re formed from nostalgia and built by the mean ones
Consecutive airwaves cut common foot gluttons; they’ll eat you alive
Run from them now
I’d ask for a teacup but your mind is racing me
Back to the start where our backs began facing what fools know
Clap for them now
Yes they were sleeping I realize misfortune
Stop subtle reaping we need them back onto our side!

Weeping metal in uniform bursts
Pass down the lament
From rock to rock
Sun to son
            Which was first?
             The hunger or thirst?

I speak so my mind can hear me.
We don’t like to be disturbed
I write so my head can read me.
We try to see every word.
I think so my skin can feel me.
We still search to be cured.
                                                Have you touched the queen’s lullaby?
                                                We Have.
                                             We’ve heard

There’s a hole in my head where the thoughts come out, and
On occasion it appears to take the form of a mouth, yet
Predominately speaking while the Earths water is leaking
I’ve tried to find the way to stop the whole sky from falling down

I’m setting fire to the soil, allowing the desert to bloom
I’m setting orange cones and speed bumps to stop the tide from cutting loose
I’m setting stone to the classroom to splice the air from out the sculptor
I set the standards to the line of “Thou shalt not doubt her”

I’m unsure if she’s right but I’m right that I’m sure I don’t know
And if the truth truly hurts then I don’t want the truth to show
I’m trapped in this bliss from the gaze that emits from the floor
When she opens the path with her light, I want to be sure

When she lie
When she lies

She tells me I’m one with manipulation of words
She kiss me goodnight, hitting me right where it hurts
I don’t know the why but the window and sky made me think
I looked at the moon and right there decided to leave

When she lie
When she lies

Words are worthy of a thousand pictures  
And with a beat behind them it summons added listeners
There isn’t anything quite as beautiful as the quality of human-
“Are you coming home yet?”
“Nah.”
“Well soon then.”

They can see the right now in our eyes
(I do advise)
They can see the right now in our eyes
(It’s no surprise)
They can see the retina in our eyes
(If one implies)
They can see the retina in our eyes
(It’s not unwise)

Please tell me sweetly
If you want to stay we
Better do it alone

I’m not trying to rush you
What you want I want too
Stay awhile for the show

Carnival head dress
Women going *******
Tell me where should we go

Stop and smell the blood thirst
Always going feet first
Stay awhile for the show

We are puppets
We are made of yarn

And so it seems I sleep with the enemy 
We walk in propetual summers glow
And so it seems I'm somewhat ahead of me
The world has still yet to know 
Of calm the sea and Hades wreath 
Wild followers of goat skinned sweets 
Claim the bow to complex and scowl 
To side with such Trojans or companion Greeks?