Capistrano swallow, answer to your inner voice 
and please return,
God installed that radar in your pointy little beak 
so you'd return.

Epileptic surgeons with their eyes x'ed out
attend to the torn up kid.
salivate and reckon with all the sick things 
that you did.

Your secondary stumbles cause the cadence of the count 
has lead them astray,
pray they're into wishing wings and crashing into bodies
in your perfect way

But I, I saw you reeling in a parking lot,
I, I saw you rallying round a parking lot,
Line up for [bad word] and kick it on the bumper,
Know (no?) there is no leeway 
you're standing on the freeway in love,
Motion, you were destined for the paupers grave.

Architecture students are like virgins 
with an itch they cannot scratch,
Never build a building till you're 50
what kind of life is that?

Stalled out on an escalator 
wishing which way to return up or down,
My Palestinian nephew got his face blown off 
in a dusty craft.