Hollow Hollered - Subtle

Your blood owns no bones

With mailmen in your home

Holding a knife to your poems

Po o o o o o o o o o o o o o ems

To hollow all you’re sown

And holler Goner, you’re owned!

Your blood owns no bones

With mailmen in your home

Holding a knife to your poems

To hollow all you’re sown

And holler Goner, you’re owned!

And supposing you was meant to be bent born some sort of law man

With the poise of an intellectual and a hunch of a clerk

Because disposition of a saint they’d say

He’s cancel eye and ever correct

And knowing that, now are you less

In the ever so complicated endeavor of a human death

There are only two species set to death on Earth

The creature of choice

And the creature;

There are only two species set to death on earth

Where in the human

Are you?

There are two sweet seeds on Earth

There are two sweet seeds on

There are two sweet seeds on

There are two

And supposing you was meant to be bent sole keeper

Of the one kilometer-long list of things certain to be so

The human plight right there in 1s and Os

And he who knows all that’s owed

You’d think would be considerably more fearless

Unless, of course, he feels this

Heat of something coming to adjust his

Eminence accordingly

To go on stealing poems

From the homed

Armed with only a key comb

Letter opener carved from bone wish

With which to pick

The simple levers of locks

To fly things well beyond the eye on high sky of your clock

Your blood owns no bones

With mailmen in your home

Holding a knife to your poems

Po o o o o o o o o o o o o o ems

To hollow all you’re sown

And holler Goner, you’re owned!

Your blood owns no bones

With mailmen in your home

Holding a knife to your poems

To hollow all you’re sown

And holler Goner, you’re owned!

Are.

To the Po o o o o o o o ems (x3)

A sunset interjects

They’ll walk to the (x2)

I’m fine down here

Cut the fabric of the black