Khoros Distractum

What's twice in cracked stone But once a pendant 'neath your feet I find myself agreeing with The dead birds on the street Put the powder on your teeth Scratch the cactus as it grows What good is all that money If you hide it in your nose Something's weighing in the background What's that beating at your skull The shape of all your mess ups At your neck While squashing my museum I did not recognize these hands These veins, they trace my body Like some dried up rubber bands Something's waiting in the corner What's that biting at your ear No song or dance could save you From this shot The snake's under the blanket The cur is at your door A contest for your pen To help you rot With holes in her teeth The witch finds herself Computer witch Of the grand city There still stood that concrete corpse Fixed in failed threat But of them, there was nothing was left