Flee, Thou Matadors!

You the coverclouds in a midnight sky I, a little snowflake waxwing high Erring on the delicate side Who can mark the hour our soul sick friendships die? Ever felt like Noah on an overcast day? David, take down your harp and play You hatched your little plan when the first fell through? The wicked in you ran, though none pursued! You're toeing a precarious line Momentary taste of almost unmediated mind Silk shirt for a sackcloth king David, take down your harp and sing! Clockwork drama in a Josten's ring Ever on the verge of catastrophe King of Spain and Queen of Portugal King of Spain and Queen of Portugal King of Spain and Queen of Portugal King of Spain and Queen of Portugal I ran to the sea but the sea wouldn't hide me The oceans agree there was no one to hide Will my story give way to the weight of its gravity? Self appointed cop spokesman of the end times Knockneed step and a bent-back spine No sense of direction besides Patterns in the clouds over lake Cascade Message in the sounds of the Air Force planes! Claims on an extravagant scale in elaborate If laminated poster board display about chemtrails Tinky's harp on the wall next to Janis Joplin Man, I coulda sworn that I saw The cosmos in the livestock straw Early cartography sea creature dragon and all? King of Spain, our songs proclaim that you're Queen of Portugal King of Spain, our prayers in vain till you're Queen of Portugal Owls now sail toward seas of Africa flee, thou matadors Courts of dandelions, wars of Oranges have conquered us