Today is the youngest I’ll be,

And tomorrow is a 2-7 hand,

Yet peaking through the manmade hills,

I see the river,

And begin to understand,

That is good enough,

For now.

I went to the chapel yonder,

Between the house’s of knowledge,

And it was empty,

The preacher was outside,

Faring west,

Towards the cattle,

I was looking east,

Past the crucifix.

I don’t know if it was prettier like that,

I didn’t see Him there,

Yet for what it’s worth,

I’ll throw Him a chip or two,

When I’m done.

The Earth’s-she’s a’changing,

The trees turn away from the city,

Towards the moon,

And the deers are sprinting,

Into the Ocean,

And the fox is drowning,

In his Pearls.

I never was one for hate,

To wish pain on another,

Yet somehow I no longer know,

What to love,

Somehow I no longer want,

To love them.

And it’s empty now,

I am only a skull,

With a cigarette,

Here tonight,

As I stare at you,

Two tables away.