Busdriver - Dream Catcher's Mitt

This soft science leaves my body under whelmed Our ambitious union dissolved out of the color film And I am just a crude outline Obscured and pegged and numbered Dangling from power lines One of many discarded ex-lovers Throwing pet food from the red carpet At de-colorized coupling of heart-shapes And all the panic-stricken flower maidens Update their 'who to hate' list My journal entries are irony-laden And tirelessly self-loathing