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.