Capistrano swallow, answer to your inner voice 

and please return, 

God installed that radar in your pointy little beak 

so you'd return. 



Epileptic surgeons with their eyes x'ed out 

attend to the torn up kid. 

salivate and reckon with all the sick things 

that you did. 



The secondary stumbles cause the cadence of the count 

 has lead them astray, 

Pray their intuition leads them crashing into bodies 

in a perfect way. 



But I, I saw you reeling in a parking lot, 

I, I saw you rallying round a parking lot, 

Line up for the comfort and kick it on the bumper, 

Know (no?) there is no leeway 

you're standing on the freeway in love, 

Motion, you were destined for the paupers grave. 



Architecture students are like virgins 

with an itch they cannot scratch, 

Never build a building till you're 50 

what kind of life is that? 



Stalled out on an escalator 

wishing which way to return up or down, 

My Palestinian nephew got his face blown off 

in a dusty craft.