The Long Vein of the Law - Subtle

The Long Vein of the Law - Subtle
When the long vein of the law bites
His right eye at you from behind
His stingy brimmed black hat of all fact
Yours can only choke
Firing blanks all over the floor
In front of you until your mouth half lights
And all your body water rushes
To the soft fillets of your back
Before you can speak
He touches a very serious finger
To the neck of your hand
And your skin breaks out in solid map
All spreading from a sizable city
Some 300 miles east of Dallas Texas
Dallas appearing just below
The cheap lamp of your throat chakra
The 35 East running the length
Of your torso and disappearing off
The soft coast of your hip
Some moments later
Your West Central Texas skin
Display begins to purple
And there he is feeling for thorns
On the stems of your eyes
You jerk them back to the twice
Focus shot of your naked rim
And begin to dig in your pockets
For a first stuffed animal or absent note
You have a good idea of what's coming now
So you reach for your mouth to cut words but
Ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah
He speaks
Son you seize your grass
And sunlight in the film beneath your face
And wronged between half writ books
On outcoals and medium no medium no
So he shows you the feather
That he grew inside his femur
You reach for your mouth to cut words
But all you can say is
Every day I every day I
Every day I every day I and never
So he points to the hole
Now spreading carefully on your sunken chest
Gently shakes his clear blue head
And then he teaches you the Vacation
Before disappearing up into the open mouth
Of his fine fixed hat of all fact
And then
And then it all goes black
When you come to something in your throat
Feels more forgiven and the sunlight seems
To have put back the knife it sometimes pulls on
When you come to something in your throat
Feels more forgiven and the sunlight seems
To have put back the knife it sometimes pulls on
When you come to something in your throat
Feels more forgiven and the sunlight seems
To have put back the knife it sometimes pulls on
When you come to something in your throat
Feels more forgiven and the sunlight seems
To have put back the knife it sometimes pulls on you
Hopefully next time you see one another
He'll be all what's up with his hat off
One fist full of coconut and small umbrella
A young George Washington
Lounging there beside him
Sucking centers from 100 watt bulbs
Using a two dollar bill
Scoping his naval full of sweat
As it steeps in the sun