The decent man put his hands together
Talked about the sky
Talked about the weather
And whether or not to live or rot
Questioning meaning, seeing, and feeling

That's when he felt the rain

Said the man with questioning hands:
Is he with hooks better than we?

his story repeats

Hum the streets
Glow the sun
Heed the call
Start to run
For the sound
They will come
Oh dear god
How does it
Get so loud?


How does one
Get so numb
To get here
To get gone
To be lost
Praise it on
Somber fists
Quarrelist
Soberless
Recognize this
Drunken linguist

Slow the stay
Avoid the way
Bound by prose
And so it woes.