teflon

i just don't know the layman's terms to call the mess you breed. what thaws beneath this surface soils blood to your family tree. frames of infrared keep scrolling into focus. scarab crank the busy signal with the habits that you notice.

the dates, they change; with each new phase, i'm anxious bouts of nervous. what am i without the bruises? this switch - it won't come on. what do i do to lose it? beneath this distress call. let the wheels burn; stack the tires to the neck with the body inside.

taking all the hostages into the oval office... draw the curtains, part their hair, and pull the trigger softly. if they have me committed, then i'll just take you with me. one driver in your motorcade is all it takes. sandmen grains in teflon veins is all it takes.