We fight our wars
with rabbit ears on, create
our offspring double-time
bury them just as quick.

You must have slain the lion,
the dragon early on, now you
are an old man, dying to be reborn.
Come on, cowboy, you were
the child of a losing battle,
you don't even comprehend yourself.
You preach a sexy chaos and I
can only follow the orders you give,
show me how to close the wound
I lost the thread
my needle eye's empty.

You're that word, what's that word
I used to describe you?
I know the plural is the singular,
if that helps any. Bingo, right on.
Angel in the left hand
devil in the right, do you
ever get tired of searching
for a way to hold them up?

I know I ask a lot of questions,
I know you keep a hand
in your pocket all the time,
maybe I see too much of you
lately maybe not at all,
so I make up things to
fill in the parts of you I've forgotten,
design music-laden wonderlands
where beetles fly with feathered wings
and no one harms the trees.