Lending Your Hands To a Person In Need

What is it like to be a little Cherry man sitting at the top of a great wooden pillar that no longer brings you joy? All the tiny apple men gaze up into your eyes, sitting and waiting so patiently for every ounce of your advice. What is it like to be a man without a heart? When every shadow wants to tear your world to pieces?

The Cherry man glances down towards the apple men
and pretends to care about all of their problems.
However it's not very convincing.
He does not care. He's content to sit upon his pillar.

Then one day the Apple men grew tired of his Cherry reign
So they chopped down the old pillar and deprived him of his stem
The cherry man declared, as they plucked it from his head
"This day will be remembered, you'll all be turned to beets!"

The Cherry man glances up towards the now red beet men
and pretends to care about their problems
It's not very convincing but he doesn't care.
He's content to lay upon the ground.

Mutation

It rolls away and never returns,
In to the mind and in the eyes,
Just rearranged and just the same
It evaporates and is restored,
Bending up and out and over all around,
Everything is here,
Just rearranged and just the same

Bending.

Everything bends
and the walls speak
and I haven't noticed that corner before
Everything bends
and the floor speaks
and I haven't noticed that wall before
Everything bends
and the ceiling shrieks
and I didn't know she could do that

Bees

Sometimes I wake up and there are bees,
the kind you imagine,
not those kind.

Post Verbatim on the Cheap

Serpents in the face of what I admire
I can see the sun setting over your head
Elephants carefully walking on tight rope wires
And butterflies flying to wake the dead 

Wicked

I see pigeons with string bean hats and hard liquor.
They are illusionary beasts.
Nothing but bandits with billowing shirts and empty eyes. 

Obedience.

If my hands were made of water instead of clay
I wouldn’t fear them being washed away
They’d be washed away
If my head were filled with seeds instead of clouds
I wouldn’t worry about them floating away
They’d float away
If I didn’t have to feed Cerberus
If I didn't have to
I wouldn't have to.