A crack of static on radio talk time.
Spinning the dial, checking the time.
Armchair celebrity, empty in faith.
Satan’s angels have fallen from grace.
Clang and judder,
Shiver and shudder,
Bump and grind.
Squash and unwind.
Roll by in countless cars.
Vacant on Mars.
Chew on bugs,
Throw out the rugs.
When you’re done with the switches,
Fill up the jugs.
Tears streaming from the darkest of shadows,
Crying from wounds of the wildest meadows.
Broken silence, the power to speak…
In soft mellow tones to the jammer freak.