I See Gomorrah’s Reflection In Your Eyes
I’m just a hermit crab
Side stepping on the ocean floor
Dank and dark and deprived
Of anything that can lead to the brighter side
My shell doesn’t protect me from natural foes
It merely shields others from the torture I fail to hide
So they don’t turn to salt
Glaring at my soul waving good-bye
I know a girl who doesn’t look me in the eyes
Where God-given color meets Satan’s sight
I remember when my hair used to veil Black Holes
While the world stereotyped another sad boy
There’s no fire escape for the smoke in my lungs
There’s only a ladder with a few missing rungs
A derelict descent into an alley’s mouth
Littered by trash from that epoch long past
If only my misplaced faith didn’t lead me astray
I might not have a sick lie in my laugh today
If only there was meaning to this machine
We wouldn’t all quote the grease’s sheen
If only there was truly an omniscient call
I probably wouldn’t have crashed at all
If only there wasn’t a flaw in the design
Our pumpkins wouldn’t rot from the inside
“If onlys” are cheaper than manufactured teens
Whose heads pop off with puppeteer ease
Hey!
At least they’re dyed lean
After they careen loose support beams
And tabloids
They fall to their knees
Admiring the fleet’s uniform squeak
We sail into the monotonous shallow sea
Laughing all the way into the bank’s beach
Then we slowly…
Read it and weep
Twinkle, twinkle little star
If only Grandpa Clock didn’t forget it all
This mind of mine can’t control the tides
I’m just too sunken to squeeze Ra’s lime
