Dust to Dust

The dust has not settled
Came in with a rush
Now what you touch is like a desert
Covered mustard trucks
There's no good luck inside this hell hole
You'll find it crumpled up
Under the rug or out the window
Go, go - downstairs
Kids first, the mothers next
Then tell them 'wait here'
When scripture becomes a threat
There's not a spared tear
From lizards that slip words
Out thin lips in mirrors
Huh thought I'd get rich out here
Bought the soil wet now it is in air
Along with the roof too, screws and nails
Rooster on the weathervane like carousel
Think we're passed 'renovate' might want to sell
When the whole attic levitates
Swapped place with hills
A lots changed but still
The crops' rain has failed
We never saw drop
It never came, never will
Used to bow down to the Brownsville Jesus
Now we count cows that surround the immediate
See it? feel it? eye of a storm
When four walls are flying
We are flies on the wall
Took the corn stalks, the mailbox
The grass on the lawn
Left the floor plot, the train tracks
The accident prone
Shit. act like you know
Cold read the wind speeds
Below heat, till crows feet
Grow mold green
Then crows eat the meat off your bones
Embedded in your homestead
Instead of growing old
Become fetish for the ghost dead
To whisper in your skull
It's a premise not a code red
Go think on it alone
Fuck
Couldn't think with all this noise
To my great chagrin I left the linchpin in the void
Gotta find a place that's somewhere safe or get destroyed
Great Plains play chase as plain as day
Don't get annoyed

Did you
Think you
Could get
Away
From this
Good luck
No chance
Ashes
Ashes
Dust to
Dust

Sing rusted falsettos
Water oughta strum air, like strings on a cello
Iron getting swung not the swing but the metal
Landing final destination cross the pond and a zip code
Sit your, zip your, welcome to the shit show
Men in black don't benefact then bend the facts, it's disco
Hunky dor, guts and gore, disaster porn, list goes
On and on, break of dawn, breaking backs in Bridgeport
Used to a keep stash couple nickel bags, pennies
Now we're licking cans for the last bits of any
Rations, veggies
Half sips, 10 each - a day
Finding ways to create order out of endings
Said there's more to life than living
There's entering and exiting a bunker that you live in
Hunker down or hit the ceiling
Those who flew dove
Who swam are sinking
Who do we have next?
They scream "you're on in 5!"
And we're yelling "not yet!"
Sleepless dreams, a sense of pride, what propels these four legs
On a quest to reel it in by the skin of our breath, bet
Shocks never on schedule
Just the knock, knock
Will knock some fellas off their pedestal
Awkward cough cough
Addressing elephants in vestibules
Rock the Kasbah
Ingesting dust amongst the rest of you