9:27a.m., 7/29 Lyrics

Nine-twenty-seven a.m., seven/twenty nine
Anyone listening want a brain washed like mine?
JACKAL (in the sheep flock):
Shadow on the vine!
HONEY (from the cleft rock):
Better luck next time
Lock jawed glass rat, Psalter seventeen
W/ functional addiction to altars of the May Queen
Half clear ghost [name chemical] appears
In the hollow of a cow’s horn buried in a grainfield
(as that wondrous hour draws near)

One day they’ll find us
Feathers on a tiger’s body
Quiet as a clear blue glacier lake

Ploughshares gone swords, we were the scourge of the earth
Offerings unpoured, unliturgical drink
It’d be a pearl of a time now for a virgin birth
& it happens more often than you might think
9:28 a.m., low in the phosphorous lights
Of lonesome days & parthenogenetic nights
You became the glowing letters of a red sign:
“BETTER LUCK NEXT TIME”
Better luck next time