lirik lagu fake pollocks - poor st. clares monastery
my dusted hawk could see a worm turn in the dark
from its perch and steady hover, and its head’s~stabalized stare
but it couldn’t make out
but it couldn’t make out what that was out your house the other night
were those planes or was that the laughter of your guest and son leaping in the air?
oh, farmer john
sitting on your lawn
and farmer john says
“my cows have been beamed up away from me
before the ufo flew off, they all saw where they’d been living”
god is flying – flying – in is private jet
a ginger ale fizzing in his shallow cup holder
he and his angelic stewardess have a fantasy
how long it takes you to climb away from me
i stepped into the aviary
the birds all stopped their conversations
i think they have been talking ’bout me
they were giving me a pitying look
i thought they’d need to be more solitary
i felt so out of place there in the aviary
so i scaled the walls outside the leaning tower
with a grappling hook, with a grappling hook
god is flying in his private jet
a bl~~dy mary tipping over in his functionally useless cup holder
he built your frame arboreally
and then used your long arms to climb away from me
away from me
away
i walked along the wall
of poor st. clares monestary
it rose in incremental steps
but never got any further from the ground
at the end i saw the city
as a mass that it could be
and not the individual units
that it is
and in contrast i saw the farmlands
delineated from each other clearly
gaining difference on the distance of my legs
at the extremity of the arc of the swing
an arc achieved by the pumping of legs
and lots of breaks made in the bones of the legs
which when healed will add inches to your height
gutters make you think of down below
some gutters you need a ladder to clean
the world looks somehow more mature
[?]
i keep this airline pretzel bag with me at all times
to remind me of the glory of great heights
it’s great heights you have to scale
to get the subway with some other buddhist monk and the dedicated hermit
to climb like that mountain goat
or just to have that instinctual confidence
alas i get vertigo when i
when i look down to wipe the owners of my necktie
i colored one helicopter ride
i’m feeling tall on my heels tonight
in vertical stripes, and a penthouse, in a booster seat
i’m way, way too high on life, now bring me down
lower your arms
and bring me to the nest
i can’t stop seeing what you do down there and
cousin, i can’t take the stress
my dusted hawk couldn’t tell what was going on
the same bird that could see a premature titmouse’s tail twitch
but i don’t need its keen eye to make out that something’s wrong
one of our fields is on fire
from down here i can’t tell which is which
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