Constable
Someone's faking their disease of empath winding
And mother's arms are bowing
Sketching lightly, grazing grey on veins
Lowball craving for my hubris
Collecting bare bones, but I’m undressed
Any lead with deep pockets will do
Stitching corroborates with half-truths

Venerable
Someone’s ranking their retreat with good men dying
Into panicked waters drying
Sketchbook charcoal, I can’t trace daylight
Only refracts when I'm shocked blind
Smoke break breaths snow, sniff, sneeze, and lines
Any work relеase isn’t true
An egghеad will break their mantra, convert to awful

A lenticular slap to the cross-eyed seeker
The bridge written off the map
News crawl from a goddamn tweaker
I faked an injury, call off the bottom feeders
Bent rules of ritual as facts from a deceiver

Uncanny
Weeds begat a mandolin strung out on faith-works
Splintered into seeds are showing under tongue
Patterns upchucked from downstream
A pack-a-day throat that sinks the blues I sing
Transactions cashless, its collection call rings
On the other end, I’m shaking shivers
Taking requests from a queue of givers

Garden mulch
Turned over to see a dead arm reading weekday selections
From the world is agreeing, I can’t sniff lightly
Palpitations tick on time
I only wanted one and that was gonna be fine
Mary Mother of crack rocks, the sun comes through the blinds
On the other end, I’m shaking shivers
Taking requests for a queue of givers

A lenticular slap to the cross-eyed seeker
The bridge written off the map
News crawl from a goddamn tweaker
I faked injury to call off the bottom feeders
Bent rules of ritual as fact from a deceiver

Hold on to the loose ends
Hold on to the loose ends
Hold on to the loose ends
Hold on to the loose ends