Hostage Stamps

My eyes scroll to the back of my head

When the Lord's dare taken in vein

Keepsake battalions, phantom couplets

A new tactile cremation attested

Opaque spurs, contemplative mayhem keeps us

Branded on the wrist, "Do not embalm"

A paper nest truancy of wasps

Wrap me up in mylar film

The anachronism enacts the indigenous

Prolonged exposure to combustible nativism

Thirty days spent in the hole

Raise yourself a nothing pole

Inoculated at the liquor store

Drunk on the piss of semaphore embers

The hospice waltz of corpus flowers

Leaves pinko fumes from turret guns

Sawing at the base of pylon towers

Banking on the drought, banking on the drought of

Opaque spurs

I've defeated every crypt

In the potters field of Machuca

Calling from the blossoming dust

Slid down the bank, choking on term

A new tactile cremation attested

To opaque spurs

Contemplative mayhem keeps us together

Thirty days spent in the hole

Raise yourself a nothing pole

Inoculated at the liquor store

Drunk on the piss of semaphore embers

Thirty days spent in the hole

Raise yourself a nothing pole

Inoculated at the liquor store

Drunk on the piss of semaphore embers, yeah

Raise your nothing poles

Raise your nothing poles

Put your hurt in a safe

Throw it in wet cement

Never speak of this to a living soul

Heed the mercury blots

Of this Rorschach advice

No good will come of your insect rebellion

Thirty days spent in the hole

Raise yourself a nothing pole

Inoculated at the liquor store

Drunk on the piss of semaphore embers, yeah

Raise your nothing poles

Raise your nothing poles

Raise your nothing poles

Raise your nothing poles