Black Box Warrant [Bonus]

Yes, Jon? Ladies and gentlemen, Jonathon Maisto! Big round of applause for This guy for putting Up with my shit for so many years! (Nice shirt, Jon! Thanks! You're welcome) Working a little bit better now buddy? Well, he collapsed with Stevens-Johnson Syndrome on the ER floor Anaphylaxis with a pack of bottle rockets Oh, the way he spun his butterfly Risked all six his phalanges With a bag of tangerines in his back pockets And the method with which He recycled his vitamins Had started to leave scars in The corners of his eyеs And looked through the white-out rеvelation Chain he saw no stars even Underneath the wide Ohio skies Shields himself from reason in A Teflon alabaster jacket Quilted from the finest fibers Flesh, and fiberglass, and flowers Screams his thoughts to hear them With selfist and sarcastic racket Rabble rousing babble Round the table people to the power For what? For what? For what it’s worth If it was going to kill you, boy It would have by now For what? For what? For what it’s worth There’s no more looking back It’s looking up or looking down Well, he was uh, well he was uh he was uh He- he was- he was- he Was carrying this briefcase filled With teeth that he had Ordered online from china And he had slung over his shoulder The skin of a cat that he grew up with And then had uh stuffed to preserve It's memory in physical form But decided that with the skeleton inside The cat and all the stuff- Stuffing it- it was too heavy So he removed the skin From the wire frame of the taxidermy Thing and he- he slung Around his neck like a scarf and um he was Wearing stolen rubber shoes and wrapped A poison ivy noose Around his Lotus jugular when they came Well they found him with a map To every victim of his love And a tattoo of a blue jay on his face And they waited for his vital signs to Lie and let a flat line cry A hymn out in Hungarian Harmonic But he cocked his noggin Through his stoma sang, "For Auld Lang Syne Happy birthday to the succulents I’ll die your hydroponics" His rib cage was a hornet’s nest Palpitations set the beat His vagus nerve a turk’s head Knot, an axel hitch, a carrick bend He wondered if the good lord Jesus charged a cancellation fee Auf wiedersehn, au revoir He gripped his wit's right by their ends For what? For what? For what it’s worth If it was going to kill you, boy It would have by now For what? For what? For what it’s worth There’s no more looking back It’s looking up or looking down You settle into a new mind In a Philippine tub ring paradise of a queen Size suite of a window micro telecon A lodge red roof in nights in super Eight whatever else outside Richmond Virginia I curled up an old Showtime softcore porno and Flipped through my phone for a few hours Picked up a bag of Swedish Fish and a Fistful of chocolate covered cherries And a pack Of Marlboro next for three dollars and ninety Cents the bodega by the waffle house I spun my eyes over the Beautiful floral arrangements blooming And tessellating in the stucco on the walls Anything I figured to keep my mind off those Goosebumps that were rising and squeaking and Cracking and quacking and threatening Anaphylaxis and asphyxiation with Every sharp inhale that I took with the Thread of Stevens-Johnson Syndrome behind My flesh and I watched as my skin crawled upwards To form a flesh noose to hang me from The rafters of that place I had found Myself in and I watched as my epidermis took On the shape of whatever I feared The most in that moment and I sat there Down in that fly trap ashtray contemplating My next move and weighing out the pros And cons of every last rotten pulse! It was either Wilmington North Carolina Or the nearest hospital! For what? For what? For what it’s worth If it was going to kill you, boy It would have by now For what? For what? For what it’s worth There’s no more looking back No, no there’s no more looking back No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no Ah! Ah! For what? For what? For what it’s worth If they were gonna kill you, boy They would have by now For what? For what? For what it’s worth There’s no more looking back No, no there’s no more looking back No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no It's looking up or looking down!