The Tugboat Complex

Oh my God
They've got angels sweatin' like Helots
Workin' their little halos to the
Bone combing them deserts
My figure eight knotted
Lifeline defined traffic
The way my schoolin' end
Less-ly defined every day
One exquisite fitted crisis rivets
An octagon of red
To the ceiling above my bed
It's not a conversation piece
Like public spectacles
Unleashed more of a clue
So when I wake up to the reigns
I'll be one step ahead of you
I slide like Kodachrome
Wrote a poem for every planet
Tracked their mileage from the
Sun in an envelope licked it, stamped it
Got eight thank yous in the mail
But nine planets means there's one left
Only the earth would thank me later
With a breath taking sunset
(man, I'm just a bum)
Zip that waterfall around your skeleton
Tell it to boil
Loyalties, the shovel in the soil
Dig it, I split my lip kissing the winter
Nursed the blister in the sun
Strung a hammock between spring and where
The willows turn to blood might of worked
Sip a little, litter it, love it
Without big beetles trying to sell him
Sunflower seeds by the bucket might of
Tugboat for the boxcutter above those ashes
Without hot air balloons floatin'
Their four passenger baskets
And I'm asking you
To let a captive lacerate a caption
Splash out massive
Upholster plastic classes with famine patches
Identify all saints linked around
The fountain's warmth
And for a second taste of pain
When removing that crown of thorns
Anatropic motley clique mockado
Born hostile
Pacifist huddled in subtle masochist
Stamp the blame on following an inkling
My fire escape overlooks ghost
Town market place martyrs barter passes
Then fast themselves to the target's face
You're killin' me

If I had a hammer, I'd build a city on stilts
So my feet would stay dry
When God's wine glass tilts

If I had a shovel, I'd dig a hole in the dirt
And I'll be hiding when his
Drunken stupor lands upon earth

And if your little wing is broken
I'll see the poacher in hell
I can't afford another anti-burden
Soldier to cell
My carousel mimics the interests of
A thousand leaking spigots
And a colony of graziers raised
To justify the grimace
(and yes I read the treaty)
I prescribed brevity plus the premise
Is my pin cushion
My limbs pushin' the knitting needle
Evils, idle, peddle past the greeting
Where the sleepers feed the cycles
Stop, watch the eagles board the
Little engine that could not
Ghost in a shell and it fell in my lap
Passion posted the bail but the guard
Had misplaced the key ring
(that's wonderful) i lead a fleet of blazing
Zaxxons directly into the village
Power supply burning the bridge between
The magnet and my eye
Now how many cadavers satisfy a mad man?
And how many crooked samaritans turn
Plesantville to bad land?
I can count my own dusty
Nickels with you laughing
About you'll turn my poor ass ebony
And navy with cane lashings
(well, you're right)
Grip your pointed stick, incite your riot
I'll sell your worth in a bottle
Let profit explain my bias
Atomic box cult, downward spiral rapidly
Cast to hell with hate mail
Forged Christ's autograph
Laughed it'self, drastic catastrophe
Biting my lip skin and bones, stringent
Bingin' on rancid bait's
Mummified well inside a muddy New York minute
Was it your remnants my smoke rings have
Cocooned prior to fading?
Well, it wasn't conscious spite but
It might have been that

I am not your friend anymore
My arrow head dissertation
When narrow bed sleepers occupy the basement
And I am not your friend anymore
Come the dawning of cerulean
Your pity blend that we'll spit in the wind

Man, if it were only that simple
I'd add a guilt frame to encore
I'd board myself inside my room
To trace the wilting contour
One petal falls to the rug, she loves me not
Town crier lugging a boom
Box with spirit plugs and a red radio flyer
Tied to irony like twenty burning
Igloos with a sailors knot
Fiddler crabs build sandcastles while high
Tide off azalea crops
In the icicle field I portray, cats get antsy
And ask 'why if every light is
Dark do I continue dancing?'

Why if every light is dark
Do I continue dancing?

Why if every light is dark
Do I continue dancing?

Why if every light is dark
Do I continue dancing?
Well if it ain't finally a
Question that's worth answering

I boogie for the raindrops
For the purity, the anger
For my childhood recollections
For the comic book in my heart
The mocked intentions
The clarity, passion, seclusion
Those cool summer nights
For the mark merchant across the street
Selling me stog's at half price
For the mights, the maybes
The nauseating pitfall my girl, my friends
For the fact my window opens
Towards a brick wall
For the three legged dog I
Saw dragged on a leash
For the homeless man who walks
My block in rainstorms
With plastic bags on his feet
See I'll throw the weight of
Ten Earths over one shoulder
And walk across broken glass
Through every wicked world to
Kiss tomorrow's morning not for nothing
You'll drown in a pool of your crooked morals
Whispering 'maybe Aesop Rock was
On to something'

Maybe, no promises