Saturn Missiles

If you step on the lawn I keep the foot

Peep, in the pot go 6 degrees of cooked geese

Boiling, blitz the beach of mushed peas

Over 10 meat hooks with a blister each

I'm all pincher, fever-y hoodie on, hoodie off

Sweat thru his E.T. Sheets to the worry dolls

Never met a quiet storm that didn't grow into a choir of colliding horns that go click click clack

In territorial syntax

Sitting on the porch with his lids pinned back

Pinball wiz in a thimble of sims

I'm a symbol of whimsy abridged

Kiss me I'm dead, nursing a mystery Dayquil

Led Zep staring daggers down page mill

How pray tell do he sit pretty when the ol' 1 2 unglue in a tizzy

Please hold for the don't play dull boy

Click, I am not a page or a pull toy

Came in the door and the floor is lava

Killjoy if your core more Norman Rockwell

Born home sick for an invisible address

Bat shit, bumble and bat around catnip

One black heart Katamari massive

Packed in a fat category 5 rat nest

Nose on his sleeve, holes in his inner peace

Robot phone like a tentacle of flippancy

Hate you, hate you more, no I hate you infinity

And Pangaea break into smithereens

Interlude prest-o change-o

If it move to quick oh whey oh

Right brain go white train Ramo

Mustache any old Money, "no!"

Merrily merrily merrily merrily

In a cobweb tomb on a hotbed of heresy

Frog men schooled by the god Ed Emberly

Pull dog sleds and exhume Dead Kennedys

Bet, moth into kerosene awful

A caution to straw men lost on vaudeville

A-morally mixing business with 144 dixie whistlers

Lawn chair, strong man twisted whiskers

NASCAR Bic in his missing fingers

Outcast from a system of kiss-the-ring-ers

Are you privy to the misadventures

It's electric, meeting in the middle of the street

With a lethally modified piccolo pete

There is admittedly an incredible mystique

To meddling in the reason a city won't sleep

48 Strings of 12

That ring ring ring, whiz bang, jingle bells

And melt bootleg G.I. Joes to black taffy, classic

Fire in the hole backdrafting

Fold wild life out of the wolf pack wrapping

Full moon, bad knee, wool hat, caffeine

TNT plunger in all caps ACME

Blast off half the whole damn mapscreen

No sling no spear

I'm a patchwork of 86'd springs and gears

Who been stung by an un-linked pinky swear

During his what-in-the-fuck-was-I-thinking years

Maybe an awkward phase

Like his acne and sophomore fade

Played, calling all out-of-work action figures

It was death by saturn missiles.