9:27 a.m., 7/29

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

Like 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