talk a glass eye to sleep
leave the ventriloquist alone
on an empty stage

say the prayers to home
you left long ago
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foot on the gas
for a travelin’ show
who is the dog
barking at your door
journey proud you are
you are asking for more
on the road to practical magic
Flash Harry is
fascinated by body alone
there’s a Guinness left
on a lonely bar
and none for the tasking
innocents slaughtered
not that it matters
what my name is
I live in the tortured
you can’t just dream
you must break the law

shatter what seems
unable to thaw

home and the heart is

my council my foe
I am outside myself

the garden gnome

has nobody else

I am lonely and indiscreet
the landmine it seems
is at my feet
do I fit the shield over my face

or leave it undone
like a royal disgrace

I know things for which
I shall be made to recuse

I know things always

my head means to lose

am I mad

am I sane

whatever the bother

I am yours

I am mine

I am the revolver