a bell for the brave Armenian waitress
outsourced to the heavies in the Texas sway
something drifts across the soul of September soil
I used to strip there but now I solemnly swear
I'm the one to disintegrate into your dreamscape
pushed into patchwork
with a mask with eyes cut to keyholes
believe me I'm trying
I remember the day machine wept into lakes
and poets made a plea on live TV
a semicolon inked on the governor's wrist
we all claimed we shared but it's worse than we feared
I'm the one to camp out under the flagpole
coiled up and dumb
trashing the haunted mansion
pushed into patchwork
to disintegrate into your dreamscape
with a mask with eyes cut to keyholes
believe she's lying