five on one
the hooks have eyes
the eyes have barbs
that watch like
the mona lisa as i
walk across the room
ubiquitous gaze
pursuing eyes
the hooks have strings
the strings have rope
the ropes are woven
of the memories of
apparitions and the silver
silver skin of broken
nebula disintegrating
before us beyond
the blackness
of space and time
we'll have to remain
secretly in love
the idiot kids
chase me down
for playground revenge
five on one five on one
we've been gone
out too long for
the return leg of
(i am the fastest runner
no one punches ghosts
it's science
we'll have to remain
secretly in love)
a round trip to count for much
