The Massacre in my Pocket
I awoke on a spool
Threaded from Moses’ beard
And I left eternal redemption behind
There was a delay, a “Tashi Delay”
The train had stubbed its toe.
Somewhere between the alpha and the omega
Is a land of abundant preschool cubbies
Where modest zeppelins painted napalm
Grope their way to quality propaganda
Don’t look too hard at the pavement.
Navel less tender beasts who aspire to one day
Open the Boy scouts of America.
Playing with the children who drink from the bidet
But gazing at the dawn of ghosts and loathing
While the jellyfish birth silence.
The Godfather of the Spotless Matrix
Will soon be ripe
It was here that I learned
The whole world was a virgin birth
And I witnessed the tampon of the great deluge.
Yahweh found the arc of the covenant
As a toy in a cereal box
And his love of Saturday morning cartoons
Is the reason for our Sabbath.
I better not leave the river styx
Threaded from Moses’ beard
And I left eternal redemption behind
There was a delay, a “Tashi Delay”
The train had stubbed its toe.
Somewhere between the alpha and the omega
Is a land of abundant preschool cubbies
Where modest zeppelins painted napalm
Grope their way to quality propaganda
Don’t look too hard at the pavement.
Navel less tender beasts who aspire to one day
Open the Boy scouts of America.
Playing with the children who drink from the bidet
But gazing at the dawn of ghosts and loathing
While the jellyfish birth silence.
The Godfather of the Spotless Matrix
Will soon be ripe
It was here that I learned
The whole world was a virgin birth
And I witnessed the tampon of the great deluge.
Yahweh found the arc of the covenant
As a toy in a cereal box
And his love of Saturday morning cartoons
Is the reason for our Sabbath.
I better not leave the river styx