you’re what happens when two substances collide
and by all accounts you really should’ve died

stretched out on the tarmac
six miles south of North Platte
he can’t stand to look back
at sixteen tons of HAZMAT

it’s what goes
undelivered undelivered

it’s a nervous tic motion of the head to the left
it’s a nervous tic motion of the head to the left
of the what
the head to the left
so exorcise your cells till you’re bereft
you’re bereft
’cause it’s a nervous tic motion of the head to the left
of the
of the
to the

splayed out on a bathmat
six miles north of South Platte
and he just wants his life back
what’s in that paper knapsack

it’s what goes undelivered

it’s a nervous tic motion of the head to the left
a nervous tic motion
of the head

head to the left
it’s a nervous tic motion
of the
to the
left

it’s a nervous tic motion of the head
to the
of the
of the head
of the head
to the

over imbibed
under the mister
barely alive we
cover the blisters in flannel
though the words we speak
are banal
not one of them’s a lie
not one of them’s a lie