They came out from hiding,

They came out of fear,

The planes streaked right by those

with DNA queer...

The angels of science,

Microscopes, Guns...

They fled from their homes

and stayed with their sons.

The mirror that shattered

reflected the night,

The paint smeared and spattered

all those within sight,

The birds & the choir were

simply there waiting,

And sitting there beautiful:

Matt masturbating.

His organ was strung

with the lights of the heavens,

The stars were all dark now

for seven elevens...

And young man was waiting

for weeks to play smart...

I saw this all there in

his harpsichord heart.

JULY 20, 2006