2008-07-18 - 1:20 p.m.
My soul is a sullied thing;
a dumb kid chasing kittens.
Yours walks door to door, peddling
the wild joy of Christians.
Oh barefooted Stephanie
Will I get to know you better?
You're the bright light on a Saturday morning
I'm the dull glint off a copper kettle.
Your room has a bed and a Mongoose bicycle,
a covenant of simplicity;
my garbage teems and multiplies
like an Indian city.
Lemme buy you a Tiger Beer
open a window into my squalor
the past two nights I haven't caught a wink--
ever since we met I've been hearing God holler.
