Incantations - ęChristopher Jones 2015

I was born among believers
In the green & dripping West
Read Kerouac's new Bible
And mistook him for the best

Then I wandered into politics
And I let 'em touch my face
I lost not just my innocence
But my one slim chance of grace

So I sing these incantations
Revelations to no one
Yes I sing these incantations
To salvations come undone


Mother kept her Christmas cards
And the titles to our slaves
Wrote Pentecostal histories
In which we all were saved

We came from ancient nomad clans
And they kept careful track
But with the mess we've made here
They would never ask us back

So we sing these incantations
Revelations to no one
Yes we sing these incantations
To salvations come undone


Why are the children godless
And yet still speak in tongues?
These must be distant memories
Of when the world was young

I spent far too many mornings
Doing penance for my nights
Instead of asking for forgiveness
I kept asking for my rights

Now my only hope of happiness
Is to step right off this earth
And come back as a copperhead
Or pray for virgin birth

So I sing these incantations
Revelations to no one
Yes I sing these incantations
To salvations come undone