I was on the cloud jibs brushing my hair for several hours You were on the ground punching the air I'm alive, one definitely under repair Some people call me Ace Rock, some is somebody there? Somebody's not and it's more than a passive vacancy It's less than zero people stealing baguettes at the bakery Witness like who wasn't that And roots will prove a negative and losing Trying to enter antimatter into evidence Break the expletives Back in holy country where the neighbor's cat is missing and no coyote is hungry And every lizard leaving, I'm every bit indecent Aiming for whoever presently king of the tetrahedron The funny part is who would even want to sit up there Thrown schmoan, I'm home in a Herman Miller chair Working, hunched over something Blowing smoke, Kirby on his lap purring Cervical spine chirping, chills, it's perfect Certain has the plaid shirt tag, reads Kirkland I walk around late, cross the bridge, cross the bridge back Never pass the quiz for a bridge troll's trick bag Even if he offers three guesses, I appreciate the interest but will not be taking questions I will be taking any route I want, including dead ends To any place I want, including all the many heavens, but It's a mess out here I heard it's a mess there too Remember when the smoke starts flowing And your eyes start stinging and your throat starts closing What a little fresh air can do By the first red sliver of a day star Somebody went and freed a couple chickens in the graveyard Weird flex, but I like a weird flex I like an odd duck who adheres to a spirit quest per se Fish swim in circles where he curdles Dogs purr, birds fly inverted Perps turn to serpents But the waves are yea high The surf is way up And ocean water rain sustain the grapevine Get barreled, get spat through space-time Beached way you dress strange Different plane and dateline Before the stop staring questionnaire Bitch, I dress like a rocket man everywhere Pops had a pinball machine from the 60s I can still hear it ringing when I'm pinging off epiphanies Ping, ping, ping, nag, or the king of zing Who made it up the precipice and never kissed a pinky ring Rappel through a skylight once a week Or feel like I'm someone I don't wanna be I used to party with animatronic Chuck E. Cheese Any celebrities I met since then were fucking weak The doorknocker talks might make you solve a riddle Before you bother the boss Y'all get off my lawn, it's a Bob Ross And no eye contact with the shop dogs It's a mess out here I heard it's a mess there too Remember when the smoke starts flowing and your eyes start stinging And your throat starts closing What a little fresh air can do