Whispered Beneath the News

Babies are time travelers from the future
People step eagerly into that same shadow you outlasted    
No one shops at the lumberyard of good advice        
If I had a million dollars for every time I forgot my keys

Brittany takes the Lumpen out of the proletariat
Dogs are time travelers from the fur
Someday science will imagine its own suicide
Once at a bar I saw Jesus drinking alone I was hammered

All the potatoes in the world couldn’t make me butter
I’m thinking of a number from one to two
Illness begins at home with all the other secrets
Oh for a life of planting microphones at the bottom of the sea