Rusty prayer to an alter
Of water and work
For an end or a break
Or whatever comes first
Borrowed thrill feeds the poet
But it burned you the worst
Grievance spills over the sides
How much perceived is prescribed
Eager threat marries time
And the signs take their leave
Believers are tossed to the street
Where the deal and truth meet
Thrown away for a line
You lean over and whisper
We're the last ripe skeptics
On the vine
So show me what you and yours
Can do for me and mine
In a drunk little town
Crowning fiction and spite
And the night hums along
To the pretense they write
Clearing lawns of their sticks
Throw them over the fence
Bite the wrist of the neighbor
Teeth sinking in flesh
How much perceived is prescribed
Eager threat marries time
And the signs take their leave
Left to resign or obey
Wary birds stop half-way
Knowing they won't survive
You lean over and whisper
We're the last real seekers in this life
So show me what you and yours
Can mean to me and mine
Scolding instinct
Riddled with something to prove
Sparrow at your feet
Bloody offering left nothing to lose