10 clock monitor lizard

its your disugise
at 9 oclock
you robe up from the position of a boulder
the sun starts to shine
on scaley tissue and its time
again to be the 10 before 11
turns to 12
or one thing becomes another

cutted in the clear

a drive becomes a burden
hauling bodies bored and broken
through farms and bridges to the hills
where trees can vote and the veto

but they cant stop lights from being sold
and glass orbs shipping in boxes
from corning and petra
ancient cities in a new land of possibility

every year we see it coming then we saw