The Hexx

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.

   The secondary stumbles cause the cadence of the count 
   has lead them astray,
   Pray their intuition leads them crashing into bodies 
   in a perfect way.

   But I, I saw you reeling in a parking lot,
   I, I saw you rallying round a parking lot,
   Line up for the comfort 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.