Lick horse, kick horse
He is tied in a field
He knows nothing
Of a swan on your shelf
Or a rose bowl in a suburban window
This killer apathy
Stretches over me and forms a carapace
A living shell
A vicious ring
I'm so vaguely sick of everything
Bloody foreland
Rhesus negative cove
Mindscapes of that pure blind
Indifference to mankind
Loaded as a weapon
Where in the system is a virus
Retro
I thought the perfect metaphor
Like a powerful magnet
Would hold open the doors
Municipal doors
Lick horse, kick horse
He is tied in a field
He knows nothing
Of this antibiotic
Aroma of death
Like sugar on your breath