Fire of Civilization
Spitting here
Waiting for the fire of civilization
To reach the shores of
This speck of blue marble
In the crooked corner of my universe
I begin to wonder if
The songs still linger
Which wake me stiff
In the middle of the night
Buckshot warnings
Red alert flags the shadow of a smile
It is 4:38 am in Wayne County of mind
“Waiting, waiting for the Marines”
It’s 1979 light years of the mind
Fresh new meaning
With numbered bubbles
Of hideous faces to boots
Waiting for civilisation
To make it up the bend
In the back of my mind
It’s rapidly closing in
Like folding towers
Before a train crash
Mercks selling me placebos
On top of what
I got nothing left to hoe
And the planet’s beginning to waltz
In all directions ahead
Turn left at the poppy field
Before a petrol fire
Of the thermonuclear flavor
For nine cancerclouds
Or laser jolts of disappearance
To bestow against our faith
In the name of the light
Above lack of reason
But hang on
To your heart
Never mind
All tied in with a huge
War against free thought
They wanna put a stop to that
Okay never never mind now
But rally network against doubt
Invoice when in tune
Waiting for civilisation to catch
In the point of the heart
Of the flaming desire forward.
