Curious idiot that I know
A glass of bourbon and a long coat
To ease the cold
Limbs lay strewn and broken so
Definitions rendered through the sentimental glow
Purses swelled, threads tore
A brilliant maze to an idiot at the door
We are pressed against the auger
Ruminating longer
Hells closed
Where to go?

With the sun eyes slowly open
The tears they fill in
So I let them go
No levee built can hold out alone

Sails up over the horizon
Drifting days just to surprise them
Now just a distant longing
For the things that change us
More than we can know

The doorman has the code
Handed down the ages
Bullets, bridges, pages
Saints of death
Priests of ill and woe
The ride costs a quarter
But world it leads to
Is paved in gold
Here’s your pan and rifle
A tent and bag to keep you warm
They fall upon their brothers bibles
Stained with honor
Held or forgotten by force majeure

Of God
I’d like to ask and maybe even know
If you love something
Why hate it so?

This he said, holding his firstborn so
Set upon the great ocean churning milk of stone