the stars are blinking
reds and blues
sometimes chartreuse
what are they doing?
what does it mean?
strap on your seatbelt
we’re all ‘bout to see
we all on this rock
and pulled enough rope
spoken before from
the mouth of a Pope
coughing up failure
on our lows
we will choke
and wait for The Event
upon the eastern sky
trade out all anger
for food...