The Rifle's Spiral

Dead lungs command it

You pour your life down the rifle's spiral

And show us you earned it

Clerics fog will recede right before your eyes

So long to this wretched form

Down grey eyes on the subway

Long before you were born

You were always to be a dagger floating, straight to their hearts

Listen, now, we won't tell anyone

But you're gonna tell the world

So life ain't then any fun

Now your viscera unfurls

As you rise, rise from your burning fiat

Go, go get my suitcase, would ya?

You've thoroughly blown their minds

And now I must have passage home, your life's two veins from your heart

You're not invisible now

You just don't exist

Your mother must be so proud

You sublimate yourself, granting us a wish

Primitive mural on the wall

To fortify your grim resolve

And made the glitz of a shopping mall

Another grain of indigent salt to the sea

Goodnight to this wretched form

Oh, them grey eyes on the subway

So long before you were born

You were always to be a dagger floating, straight to their hearts