lord it is not your silence that bulldozes but promiscuous thunder
not for one only, the pillar of cold butter the paper crown and infinite tokens
land that i will show you sayeth the billboard to the highway
each prophet turned to the other and said what was the question?
the house I built with my teeth is become your sandcastle blessed
is he who dashes his head on the wall a newborn child
my heart is no boombox though I shoulder it from beach to beach
though its lo-fi speaker bleats a phoned-in vulgate of your sickest jams
volume lower than the lowest of the earth lord of waves therefore
end this lip-to-lip service these remixed messages
in the school yard we put out with a fire-extinguisher that fire
who was a boy, who said your name before he started screaming
hear us O lord and shut your fucking mouth you who have given
your word to every mother like a business card
like sunlight a child in every town we are not asking for the moon
