Vines in the night
still twist & turn.
Moths bump noses
There's a scent of poison mint.

Somebody's not wearing any socks

There's a jet black rainbow
near a neon stream,
Talking floor scrubbers
aren't what they seem.
Dead rebels smile
on cotton t-shirts

Somebody's not wearing any socks.

There's an eyeball and tongue
sitting on the floor.
There's a desert under water
we'll someday explore.

Without the constraint
of self-said saints:

Somebody's not wearing any socks

I was talking to my neighbor
about how nobody
lives in this town but me.

There's a jet black rainbow
near a neon stream,
Somebody's not wearing any socks

Somebody
somebody
somebody
somebody
somebody
somebody
Somebody

As a body of water
is the shore its skin
when you're banned from the tribe
does the wild let you in?
The psychic amnesiac
knew then forgot
somebody's not wearing any socks