Flee, Thou Matadors!

You the coverclouds in a midnight sky
 I, a little snowflake waxwing high
 Erring on the delicate side
 Who can mark the hour our soul sick friendships die?
 Ever felt like Noah on an overcast day?
 David, take down your harp and play
 You hatched your little plan when the first fell through?
 The wicked in you ran, though none pursued!
 You're toeing a precarious line
 Momentary taste of almost unmediated mind
 Silk shirt for a sackcloth king
 David, take down your harp and sing!
 Clockwork drama in a Josten's ring
 Ever on the verge of catastrophe
 King of Spain and Queen of Portugal
 King of Spain and Queen of Portugal
 King of Spain and Queen of Portugal
 King of Spain and Queen of Portugal
 I ran to the sea but the sea wouldn't hide me
 The oceans agree there was no one to hide
 Will my story give way to the weight of its gravity?
 Self appointed cop spokesman of the end times
 Knockneed step and a bent-back spine
 No sense of direction besides
 Patterns in the clouds over lake Cascade
 Message in the sounds of the Air Force planes!
 Claims on an extravagant scale in elaborate
 If laminated poster board display about chemtrails
 Tinky's harp on the wall next to Janis Joplin
 Man, I coulda sworn that I saw
 The cosmos in the livestock straw
 Early cartography sea creature dragon and all?
 King of Spain, our songs proclaim that you're Queen of Portugal
 King of Spain, our prayers in vain till you're Queen of Portugal
 Owls now sail toward seas of Africa flee, thou matadors
 Courts of dandelions, wars of Oranges have conquered us