Eyeball Soup - The Uncluded

And the blind lead the blind in the dark trail winding

Turned eyed mimes find finds reminding us

That our compasses are inside, and a GPS is not required for this ride

We will be fine without our eyes closed tight

We will be fine with them open wide

Sit in the back or you can drive

Either way you’ll get there in due time

Sitting bitch, splitting head

Spinning through the zigging hedge

Back into the primal goop

That spit him on the blinking grid

Sipping on his eyeball soup

A pretty mess of I.O.U.'s

Quiet scars, science, art

Tiny parts and giant shoes

Cause we all get to the end of life

And the best laid plans can change overnight

And the best made maps will need updates

As earthquakes shift tectonic plates

Clearcut topiary Braille animalia

Molemen navigate for sailors

Stars negate creative failures

Pants romance taken by tailors

Holy Moses, Hokey Fright

Like ghosts into the strobing light

Rebels play the record once

Mothers pray the rosary twice

He knows uprooting, broken tuning

Poker, pool and okie noodling, Drinking blood and eating brains

Pissing colors free of names

Great Danes serenade their jailers

Brittany spaniels speared by whalers

Whopper junior malted milk

Some earworms weave the softest silk

That we don’t mind stuck in our heads

Like blankets handmade by our friends

Thermostat for the temporal lobe

Warm it up feel less alone

Freezing cold and more afraid than normal folk on warmer days

For reasons we may never know

Or know but never chlorinate

A quarter for the closest gorf

20 on his bowling score

Distracted to the point of accident is what we’re going for

With a lalala and a zigga zigga zow

Harvest corn crops, big toe plow

Can there be a babe without a Paul Bunyan?

Wizards crave wasabi funyuns

I’ll hug bobb’ys hugging tree while landfills fill with huggie jeans

I’m a hoarder hoarding jeggings, stuffed doggies, books and craft-makings

When home is mostly gross behavior, stolen mail and nosey neighbors

Earthlings in a metal crate, Accelerate with poker faces

Focused on if they woke up in the time for lobby omelets

Then its a pile into the rocket, destination delta quadrant

Like, «pchew!»

Safety Scissors cut through leather, melted butter, gently severed

Tether clipped

Start to breathe

Undone dishes self release

This is the collective voice of animals and misfit toys intruding

I’m kidding it’s me, what are you doing?