The Stone From The Tomb Poem by jim hogg

There's no parallel universe in Denver
No cats are dressed up like birds on the lawn
Three sheets to the moon I'm glued there forever
Forgetting to let all my bygones be gone

The old gravel road still leads off to nowhere
And love has its foot down, down the wrong lane
And time has us covered with aeons to spare
Just specks in the cross hairs of waiting in vain

(chorus)
No, don't ask me, because I don't get it
Just how could there be so many of you
And too many moons out to give them all credit
I always thought four dimensions would do
Now telescopes hunt through the dark heart of science
For clones of Jesus and cures for defiance
For the shop on the corner and smiling thank yous
For warp factor nine and some very bad news
It's a ghost queued from here to the cracking of doom
It's the seed of the stars, and the stone from the tomb

They're scaling down space with hadron colliders
While gravity silently pulls us apart
The chosen ones feed us lies that divide us
The end's on a mission to cancel the start

Though none of it's true, he's still up there winging
He's flying a cross but refusing to land
He's singing the song, he's the song that's singing
Our sand into sea and our sea into sand

(chorus)
No, don't ask me, because I don't get it
Just how could there be so many of you
And too many moons out to give them all credit
I always thought four dimensions would do
Now telescopes hunt through the dark heart of science
For clones of Jesus and total compliance
For the shop on the corner and heartfelt thank yous
For warp factor nine and some very bad news
It's a ghost queued from here to the cracking of doom
It's the blood on our hands, and the price of the moon
It's the seed of the stars, and the stone from the tomb


31 05 09