Return Of The Vein - Subtle

Things are in black and white

You are the sole member of tonight’s studio audience

Splayn before you is the made for TV 2D back drop of some classic cooking show

set

The dead man from one dollar, only 30 years younger, is stood contra posto

before you

Front and center on stilts, pressing the drawn fangs of a tore in two fork

tenderly against the quivering lip of a plastic champagne flute

Several beads of clean water quickly slip from the pulled teeth tips

Fingers in your mouth out of fear

And tangle softly to a body in its empty crystal pit

Your shadow’s somehow shot itself up on the wall behind him

Throwing a peace sign up like devil’s horns above his ever so signature

president head silhouette

He catches your eye and calls you up to the stage

While he opens a wee door wide in his overall armor

He then shows you a change slot bore where his appendix would be

And says softly, «see how» he too had been bit by the audience once

He takes to the floor from his stilts

As you make for beside him on stage, you bump exposed flesh by mistake

The heat from his hurt has its way with the hairs on your neck

Till your glasses go black and you lean back on a yell

Just then he wiggles a pec with the quickness, and wishes your mouth flooded

shut

Steel wool, safety glass, and loosed teeth (x4)

Your shadow, now cringed in tight behind you, is puddled up soaking the skin on

your heels

Your busy scraping your tongue down like a wildman with the jagged edge of your

house key

And angry dream George is once more top his stilts, still swallowing your yell

Calling your attention yet again to the slot tore in his side

As he shouts something down about you sucking out venom

You motion to cover your eyes

While your shadow breaks free and lets dive

Through your back, sucking in its blacks

As you gag from the pit of your person and pitch

You wake up dark eared and edgy on a bench in a park

Sizing up the there amounts of edible meat on the closest rock dove

And then nearby elderly woman in the raw

Extracting American water all by bald eye and one public school education

Until you feel like sinking or singing

Like sinking or singing (x3)