Jeffrey Skinner

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