Boomerang - The Uncluded

Boomerang - The Uncluded
I spun and I stood and I look back at the good
And I remembered seeing ghosts
And I remembered being tiny
I remembered always hiding with
Only flashlights lighting
Had to pee when you found the best spot
Bad timing
Climbing a dogwood Barking in bloom
Sting singing on the ceiling of a blue bedroom
Like a Harlem-line summertime
Hootenanny barbecue:
Screaming "I'm fine " but I think they all knew
Cause you can't hide your childhood flying dreams
Through your fishbowl-wall transparencies
And the clock tick-tocked It was time to leave
I walked away from everyone and everything
And I thought when I left that I couldn't come back
With that old household never home again
And then when I ran toward the one-man-band
I began abandoning all my friends
All dressed up like a spider in a cup
Entirely divided from his hub
Addressing injuries commissioned
By the Suffolk county brier
When building coverage out of rubber tyres
Or guns out of thumbs
Negotiated inter-stellar peace talks
Mothership transmitting intel on the meatloaf
Ummm It's getting cold sugar water getting warm
Cruising to a future summer suiting up for civil war
How All dressed up like a spider in a cup
Hiding tiny butterflies inside his gut
Having settled down several thousand miles from his blood
To climb and tirelessly high-dive into a sponge
Space invaders through a paper Rita Hayworth
Trying to tunnel 'till he ankle deep in pay-dirt
Or halo deep in water
Glub glub wondering if running
Is considered by the people to
Be cowardly or cunning
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I went east with a hole to fill in my chest
I went west with it filled: off to build a nest
I'm impressed I'm depressed
I'm the best I'm a mess
With a pretty little baby girl upon my breast
And next: progress twist turn digress
Busy busy busy busy busy busy never rest
I missed the rest as you might suspect
And I tried to fly but my wings are wet
A kid in the woods ducked down in the shrubs
Out of hiding just in time to greet the sun
So here I stand with my hand out cast aflame
I'm sorry that sometimes I'm so lame
I'm sorry that sometimes I'm a deadbeat friend
The worry makes me scurry into my own head
With my eyes on the rise feet where it sets
Sentimental obstacles; of course it's me not them
All dressed up like a spider in a cup
I'm four bald tires in the mud
When it's diner food or bust
Spiralling a sign of what's to come
While pretending I am fine with what I've done
I'm not but homies that appreciate the crisis
And treat 'em like they seen em
With a second set of eyelids
Ok that wasn't fair admittedly I wasn't there
Long before I volunteered as unabashed unaware
How All dressed up like a spider in a cup
Who never knew a silence so abrupt
When the mileage in the middle
Turn a siren to a hush
First you hate it then you love it
Then you try it as a crutch
Long Island was the hatchery
NYC the wetstone
Sharpening the carving knives
Foraging for breadcrumbs
I headed west planned to boomerang back
Sidetracked by a trans-continental cage match
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