lost and lonely bugs appear
death clocks out after three
none could stop me being here
there is something i must see

orion rising and unclasping his belt
shifts in traffic lights through glass
on mirrors in rain magic words melt
at the hour of Ixat, all is tarnished brass

stroll it with a stalker and know
odins eye will allow you alleyways
find the place the real hymen grow
challange heimdal for the gays

found a lonely poltergeist dying
park brigadoon stalks the weak
tender nuit is heard singing, lying
did something not meant to speak

find the rodent king of city
display for him your inner vole
dive thru corners from a clarity
buy freedoms with your soul

the bait and string hides in the sky
the fields are cropped and filled
that animal was never meant to fly
meet me, throw away ur left hand build