Bear's Head/At the Cove

I can see the bear’s head startle in the warming green

Speaking, eyes wide wifi to breath, receive this

Ariola mandrake shining in the darkened hall

Your voice calls these kids back to bed, my head is

In the moontrap of this city’s psychotropic love

Blue jeans, red leaves, wet sleeves cover bruises on your arm

And I call bullshit on this whole damn car

‘Cause it’ll never let you go if you’re a stranger to yourself

Street level wingspan hanging in the hazy light, mindsight

Eyes, clothes, limbs, hands and trees, breathing

Waiting on the corner underneath the bright light falls

Death’s-head moths drawn to the beam, screaming

In the moontrap of my lover’s psychotropic show

Blue jeans, red leaves, wet sleeves cover bruises on your arm

And I fall endlessly for you every single time

‘Cause when you finally cross the water, gotta leave the raft at the shore

The shadow and the anima

A non-stop flight to Panama

Ice melts, seashells

A stranger arrives

I take his hat ‘cause it looks like mine

And I meet you at the cove

But your eyes have turned from black to gold

Bizarro future scenes unfold and I’m all alone

In a crowded room at home

Demonic seams in high rise jeans

The carnival is not what it seems

And I wake up