Thursday, December 22, 2011

Earth Without Form

hours and hours from the sun
called into being by the one

more dead than alive by the looks of it
hopped up and strung out on earth credit

love for love they’d exchange their spark
on waves; on beaches; through freeway parks

acid rain soothes the dawn
along the bank the carriage drawn

never before and never again
would the atlas break back the long lost dead

Ramboed out a couple of guns
to deliver a fine, fine death to the devils’ flood

never before and never again
would the rose dare whisper what the wasp had said

a little bit of knowledge is a dangerous thing
for the Buddhist & Muslims & Opus Dei

never before and never again
could they bust the rock off its’ orbited spin