Benidiction

so you dont get to be a saint

martyrs never last this long

guess i'll never be the one

to defeat deisre in a song

heres a marker, heres my naked skin

our exibit A

put a small X where i lost my way

all the actors broke their legs

and its too late to postpone

the producers getting high

and the audience went home

smile and take your awkward bow

turn and stumble off the stage

let the rain be your appluase

every ancor sooth your rage

squint with one eye

hum a showtune

wiat for your right to say

oh thats where you

must have lost your way

make a phone zing

helicopters squeil

hey are you ok?

search lights circle

where we lost our way

all our accidents went purposeful and fell

stripped of providence or any way to tell

well our intentions were intangible and sweet

sick with simple math and shy discoveries

piled upagainst irony and defeat