Lord
take me far,
take me home
or to a stream
of consciousness,
maybe of liquor.
pluck, slink, twang
Lord
I can’t understand
this woman. Her ways
are evil-hearted;
my poor heart’s drug
through the mud.
pluck, slink, twang
Lord
I don’t deserve
nothin’. Okay,
I know the man
I am ain’t the
one you wanted.
pluck, slink, twang
Lord
let me rest my head
in the fox’s den,
in the bird’s nest
‘least for a while,
I’m praying.
applause, fade out.
—N.A.
