Caution, hot ashesnThe girl says to her first kissnnThey stuck eternity inside a bird’s fist just to watch it flynJust to make it gonJust to let them slip awaynDon’t ask me how I knownI just donnNight surgeon dons his robesnTo take apart a fellow amateurnWell I’ve heard it once saidnOne gives what one getsnOh I didn’t go out into this worldnJust to get stung by rich mans hornetsnWho amongst us has left these things undonenWho let these animals into my kingdomnnA blind doe learns to work the rignA once thin man turns into a pignThe endless groves where my soul pukes the night awaynThe problem as I see itnI was messed upnOn a tangent I was wrongnThey mix them strongnAnd I was partial to the feelingnIt’s a terrible feast we’ve been stuffing our faces onnA terrible breeze from the east coming onnBearing the scent of our one hundred first killsnYou love her you leave hernYou try to achievenBut the vision that she has from the startnI’ve got street despair carved into my heartnI’ve got street despair carved into my heartnnMy dear didn’t you hearnA chorus is a thing that bears repeatingnAnd the problem as I see it isnGirls stay away from that shitnnSaw you in Swan Lake you were greatnSaw you down in Strathcona square devouring an AfterEightnWho cares I didn’t mean itnFor your last encorenYou sawed yourself in halfnIt was just you and your raft and this crummy requiemnShooting rocketsnnRun or flynAt some point I had to ask whynI had to show you a world not tethered to disastersnBut this would prove impossiblenI snuck a look inside your skull and saidnDon’t look nownBut Gretchen’s seeing red againnThe truth is a thing to coax out of it shellnThe truth on this you and I are going to tanglenOff treacherous bliss offnFirst you come in all sweetnAnd then on tiger’s paws you retreatnInto a darken nether shadow regionnHey are they still serving that pissnShooting rocketsnnAnd it’d be true what they saynWere they to say why yes I dig the scourgennIt’s not that I quitnIt’s not that my poems are shitnIn the light of the privilege of dreamsnAlive she cried once now alive she screamsnShooting rocketsnnPraise be the delightful muezzin tending his flocknPraise be those alabaster hands running amok on your bodynThey love you in spite of your lame scenennWe live in darkness the light is a dream you seenShooting rockets