My feet hang off of every bed
I ever slept on
Catch less Z's more
f bombs fuck
Invaders from the north
brought a body in the trunk
With four cold eyes ushering
a Johnstown flood
Too known too dumbstruck
Plainclothes sputtering
A strange home spine
chilling cluster to unfuck
Sup sup all steady
with little magic
No checked bags show up
with the most baggage
Fresh hell dragging old hell up
from holed rabbits
From mangled emotion
and gross patterns
No carrots only rumors
of a bridge that flickered
with black scallops
And float pine out the bathtub
of crass maggots
Bats
1 point fuckin 5 schmillion
A number undermining
how they duck and
dive different
And I was waiting for an hour
and I merely saw six
Some thought it was a bust
I thought it was the shit
I watched the videos
and hung out
with his friends and hugged
his mama
And it's clear to me this
kid's the Minnesota Dali Lama
And the lama twist his tongue
To create a perfect rhyme
With every style
preconceived
to spit that shit out
at your mind
And your mind's rind
peels back revealing
Every dead friend on the
back of a little black bat
So you stand and you wait
at the top of the bridge
Only six fly out and return to
where they hid
So you wait and you wait
and you never wanna leave
'Cause 1.5 million bats is
what you need to see to grieve
1.5 million bats is
what you think you need
But 6 is enough to receive
a little peace
'Cause every little bit counts
Sometimes in death and disorder
You look for shooting stars
In the reflection of the water
And you open the gifts
that you didn't expect
On the birthdays of the dead
friends that are stuck
in your head
Like love and hugs and
songs and rage
And the keys that you needed to
unlock your heart's cage
The ability to put the pen
back to the page
The heat beneath your feet to
propel you on stage
The beat that completes
your shit these days
Yea the beat that completes
your shit these days
BATS
BATS
The post cards coast from
a reoccurring force field
Pickling his demons with the
prematurely door nailed
Never played Taps
on a short scale
Played dream wars with
corbins chalkboard nails
Sore thumb
Ay yo played the corner
of the salt lick
Kayo said
are people you are meeting
know what loss is
Twenty in a one a patio
with forceps
Wig splits sorting would
amount to little mortar heads
Never gonna stop
Tell me about your homey
The quote that would open
a can of bogeys
In the form of stolen roman
candle stories
Wild youth clique
From a tethered plus my
alive friends are even deader
There's a little folk singer
who has run out of chords
Like a big bad lion
who has lost its roar
Coming in like a lamb chop
At which the lion's shamed
I got Gunther Gabel Williams
Trynta tame my brain
With a flick of the wrist and
a crack of the whip
I said if that's all you got
You ain't got shit
'Cause for free birds like me
The possibilities are endless
Try to put me in a box
I will be relentless
In my pursuit of lots of
different kinds of things
You can clip my toe nails but
You can’t clip my wings
BATS
BATS
I know about your brother
I will bring him to the bridge
If the colony is hiding
we lift him on the six
Knife in the road
Scalp in his mitten
Glass house decalicow
and pissin
A proud Fugee and a foul cow
limp cow system
Triple crown clip never trickle
down bread crumbs
Group is over gallon
Under the bowed head shrunk
Better sip from the acrylic
killer clown redrum wretch
If you ever woke up feeling
future proof
Precious brothers in effect
and rooting for the future you
Speaking of the future us
Twin city mourning
Broke a wiper on a rental
trynta grin away the gory
Wait new game smuggle
bats on a plane
Wait newer game tug a whole
bridge through his brain
I will drag these bricks
Over lake and law
Shake 1.5 out over
St. Paul
Just knowing poetry and
mathematics get involved
Then he totaled and
a quarter of 'em a draw
Don't count shit
First sign of leathery wings
He throw them devil horns up
yelling heavenly things
See I started this life
As a nappy but clean flapjack
Slipping on the shiny white
backs of the back pack
A princess a jock a brain a freak
Now I'm a fucking rebel
I'm a little of each
And I'm not ashamed
of all the different parts in me
And I like cross pollinating
the communities
Because divided we're cool
But together we conquer
Like monsters and roaches
And humans and honkers
And if you're close to my age
then you were raised down the
street
With a lick em mate Fun Dip
in front of your TV
And our generation's gotta
do it differently
'Cause we got new ideas
and new abilities
Inside an old fashioned
funeral ew change the station
I'd rather tune in for a
life celebration
Say good bye
with dance parties
and say good bye with shows
'Cause that somber ass
shit's not the way I wanna go
Put your hands in the air
Feel your dead friend's
presence
Wrap and unwrap pack
no resentments
With our hoods on our heads
we are up on the bridge
And we're summoning
the bats so we can live
With our hoods on our heads
we are up on the bridge
And we're summoning
the bats so we can live