It’s ok to smell like fish if you’re a Seattleite
Traveling through space in a ship, oh shit my bad, I mean a satellite
Hosts a crew of five of a certain height
Might be a hive pile drive, nah driven, corrected with some snark
Thinking I could thrive in this kinda dark
Hit the dimmer, a chance to show I got more than a loud bark
Short of stature I’m a behemoth
Reading lips
Fleet of foot I still rattle the Earth
Sign of the times some might call a birthmark
One thing I’ve learned it can always get worse
Discerning who in the clan gets to eat first
I thirst for M1A1 flames
Like my ICE cooked well done on the stage of apathy
More than happily slash the tires or tapestry
A hundred lashes for the flagellant at the back of the abbey
The exsanguination an open tab
Pay when convenient
Old hen with a single stroke of a pen
Make it expedient
Drifting smoothly into a chromatic mediant
Wreaking havoc on the obedient
It’s easy, trivial
All you gotta do is what’s feasible
A tea spoon of measly soon to be grease
Grecian urns depicting mirth a museum in Tbilisi
A head full of killology myths of rebirth
Beastly or embarrassing?
Sunk like debris in the Bering Sea
Flea treatments in dreams of green time
Space and time are the same
Time is strange
The spaces in which I remain
The shadows snitch from a place just out of frame
The race is lacking a finish line
Acting like bloodhounds exist to solve crime
Sounds emit from underground
Clouds migrating like the birds do
It’s past curfew
You can honk like a goose or tell the truth
Strike it from the record or jump from the roof
It’s on you to choose
The sky may be blue for now but the new dawn brings an invitation to fly off and die alone
