Dream Catchers Mitt

When I fall from the dream-catcher's mitt I'm all thumbs And not what she's after My smoldering remains burn over glowing embers As you ready and position short-term goal tenders I lay un-kissed at the summer jams A bag of ruptured glands Who lacks reasoning to understand My self-directed hate fits We mouth the vilest sacrament And adhere to these tacit skirmishes All for one day ideal and saffron-drenched We ate each other's hearts out of serving dishes This soft science leaves my body underwhelmed Our ambitious union dissolves out of the color film And I am just a crude outline Obscured and pegged and numbered Dangling off 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 We mouth the vilest sacrament And adhere to these tacit skirmishes All for one day ideal and saffron-drenched We ate each other's hearts out of serving dishes (Falling from the dream-catcher's mitt Falling from the dream-catcher's mitt,...) We've mouthed the vilest sacrament I fell from the dream-catchers mitt With smoking incantations and dead language motifs Their defected army becomes my rogue fleet Sequestering yahoo, superimposes his frail person