“Portrait”

Some men imagine land
I sail around
Portrait from the back
Where the sun don’t go

We are the portraits from the back
A light of legions glows
In the harbor
A light of legions glows
I put the pictures out

We are the portraits from the back
We are the portraits from the back
Jettison the dead trees off the racks
I know, I know, we are the portraits from the back
no, no, no, no, no don’t forget to bolt the trap door lock yourself in
I am the see-saw
Wearing the armor
Wearing the armor, cold metal
I paint the acts of crowds, I turn the backs around

I turn the backs around
We are the portraits from the back

Put a vista down
I am the see-saw
Wearing the armor
We are the portraits from the back
I turn the backs around

I am the see-saw
Wearing the armor

We are the portraits from the back
Composed of pieces
We are the portraits from the back
I put a fist around the rope
I put a vista down your throat