Die already

None defy the one-man walled city

Stone made flesh, veins etched in his hands

88 stance draped in invasive plants

And rain dance unsafely, brace for the supercell

Mutiny or footage for your blooper reel, who can tell

Pours hot tar from the top of the barn

Necktie on his head, condor on his arm

Dog Star in a jar, bordering unsustainable

Mea culpa, mea culpa, maybe I should pray occult

Systematic Catholic or sigil of the Baphomet unraveling

Either way his ID show a snake and skull

Always been a private dude who couldn't keep a tally

Of which lies he told who

Dye his hair, shave, change names and his lazy drawl

Soon enough I will estrange you all

I get ghost



(Now the free throw!)



On Dasher

Half-dead carolers deck a hall, wreck a whole advent calendar

Brother on speakerphone lurking at the Burgerville

Bathrobe hammer toes murdering the curb appeal

Would I be returning or forsaken with the craven and

Carnivourous vegetation that take him for his Steak-umms

I dunno I gotta think about it

Truthfully I don't know which makes me a bigger coward

Either stomach all the hubris, cash in his two cents

Loose lips locked up over a chewed Eucharist

Or, maybe re-appropriate the energy

Holed up, passing the poultry to Hecate

Bullheaded burn out fled his own pedigree

And never better, never would've met your Heaven anyway

Anyway, merry merry go make soup out of bones

Just know when the room go cold

I'm a ghost



G-H-O-S-T

Ghost ghost ghost

He's ghost



Flea comb, exorcism and de-worming

Fitted for a curse and a crown of birds circling

Search party falling forward unthwarted

Meet him at the crossroads drawn and quartered

For a master of puppets, how sad are his cupboards

Non-dairy creamers, can of last supper

And a runneth over cup full of black tap water

Its a marvel of privacy over pack hunter

Raspberry jelly on his Jesus toast

And turn heather gray sweats into Easter clothes

With no immediately measurable crimewave ice-age

Christ children still skin a cat sideways

I don't pick teams or administer bans

I'm in the creek with a pick and a pan, it go

Forcibly ejected or a voluntary death scene

Tell 'em what the out-of-order blinking EMF mean

Ghost