Don't Lose Your Head

I

Unresolved tension is the subtext of life
There's a cosmic conversation taking place –
I'm trying to tune in but it's hard
Because the reception sucks
And I'm getting too much feed back
How can I be expected to cater to the perfect form
When I got nothing but nostalgia for confirmation

Now, now alter boy
You'll get your chance to carry the cross
Proclaim his golden glory all for yourself
But for now you'll carry the candle; play with the wax
They cannot see your strength
And a savior is a delicate lesson

He’d been dropped so many times
They’d had to smelt his head back on
The imperfection a sign of the cross
But you only got to walk him to the alter
John was the one who left with the girl
And became a side course
He wound up on the wrong side of a wish
And ended up on a dish, cold cut

II

Ion the Lion was a registered cat in a concrete jungle
He gained the name through a chain of command
Posing as the owner for a string of delicatessens
All along the corner of Mane St.
Chicago, Il. 60652
His business powered the biggest narcotics ring
On the lower East side during the 1940’s
Smoke-stack agents stood their ground
Emitting hazardous chemical reactions
Brought about by the combustion of shadows

Speak easy when ordering the ‘Ham On Wheat’
You never know who’s listening
Behind front pages it’s easy to get lost
In the trench coats & fedoras of conformity
For life is the great Western Front
And resistance is measured in ohms

03-23-13