Rifle Eyesight (Proper Name) - Cymbals Eat Guitars

Shot through the head

I’m coming up on an overpass

Rifle Eyesight was lying low in the high grass

The empty skull lolls

Milky cataracts peel

Limpid limitless swimming outside the cranium

Betrayers of children exposed by distortions

His property swelling Lenses Alien

Shot through the neck

I bled correct

Something called me back

A bleacher fixture kidless grinning aorta plaque

Guts for abduction

Well my friend that’s another thing

We parted curtains to watch comings and goings

The sun distends through Lenses Alien

On Lake Sedation some drugged corrupt husk

Scrubbed up for the surgery

Waking splayed in fiberglass-pink

A silent space

A Planet Pain

But you can’t bore a hole to a cavity where the soul lives

Vaseline Hands

The door slams behind us in a flesh lined heaven

Cities of coral complexity

Where drowning forms thrashed up from central densities

Having a stroke I learned a new way to see

Tea-colored trout lairs and gold frozen bodies

The crawlspace grave he improvised

Believe

At that bone altar

Oh I’m hollow and I’m bankrupt

Palpate its baby teeth nodules with insensate fingers

That raised ranch lambent bay windows say benign

At that bone altar

Oh I’m hollow and I’m bankrupt

Palpate its baby teeth nodules with insensate fingers

That raised ranch lambent bay windows say benign

But tell me what former police

Sits at the bus stop offering rides