Time Stands On Toes

Time stands on toes at the tip of a moment Balancing on a fidgety rock of notions Holding steady, barely breathing Battlefield earth has seen her moments Indiscriminate stabs, slivers in the spleen She raises her hands and sobs Badly battered and left for dead, the future Body of truth covered in sutures Barely surviving in rivers of alcohol Drowning liver and rising fumes of fever Thoughts fired. Pimps pointing fingers We sat and wet by the rivers of Babylon Let's see if I can control this load of emotion Atop a heap of comments, gallivanting eyes Want to peek at another of nature's freaks The stage is lit. I hope the fat girl sings Stop it, you're killing me with those eyeballs Seeds of hope swimming in a sea with monsters Diving after specks of sublimination Dreams within a nightmare, playing elimination What's done is done, time we cannot retrieve But here we scan a sea of clues Anything missed will be covered in the news