From the height of the highway onramp we saw
Two dogs, dead in a field
Glowing on the oakland coliseum green seats wasteland
Dogs, dogs we thought were dead
They rose up, rose up when whistled at
Their rib cage inflating like men on the beach being photographed
A guard dog, guard dog, for what? for what?
Against tofers ellis pennyless athletics fanatics
Getting into games through a whole in the fence
For the owner of the blue tarp tent
Pitched by a creek beneath an onramp
In the privacy of the last three
Skin and bony tree, devoid of leaves
And us undeceased, and our new cds
Dippin' on goodies, oakland
It's hard to stand the sight of two dogs dead under a sky so blue
You have to stop the blood to your head
To fit the breathe in front of you
We secretly long to be some part of a car crash
Long to see your arms stripped of the tendons
The nudity of swelling exposed vein
Webbing the back of your hand
To be a red tendoned dog
To be red tendoned dogs
Blood breathing by the side of the highway
I long to be dead
Center of a curious crowd
To be touched
Sticky like nearly dried paint
Their soft silent stare nursing your face
Anticipating the slightest pinch i flinch of pain
Everyone blank in accident awe
As the car crash fiberglass dust straight up settles
On your raw muscle tissue
It's hard to stand the sight of two dogs dead under a sky so blue
You have to stop the blood to your head
To fit the breathe in front of you
To be a red tendoned dog, to be red tendoned dogs
To be red tendoned dogs, to be red tendoned dogs
To be dead center of a curious crowd
~against my misery i don't think i've seen my screeching pain
I can now feel what's around us it is some sort of harmony
The harmony of overwhelming murder~