Dustpan Effigy

Eye pillow of bright filament flashbacks

My silhouette'll pirouette around the abstract

Nerve endins prefer epsom to the rat trap

But addicted to the kick when it snap back

Never the kid to be convinced by the that's that

Mineral grit sticks to my kicks made of brass tacks

Blue moon catch me with a broom and a black hat

Mistletoe over the ephemeral for my last dance

Not keeping score with the either or's

Halfway through season four of what the fuck is reason for?

Sandman can't stand that he's not dreaming more

Every days a collegiate course in how to take the scenic tour