One hand on this wily comet,
Take a drink just to give me some weight,
They shone a chlorine light on,
A host of individual sins,
Let's carve my aging face off,
Close your eyes to corral a virtue,
Is this fooling anyone else?
Never worked so long and hard,
We can blow on our thumbs and posture,
But the lonely are such delicate things,
The wind from a wasp could blow them,
With stones on their feet,
Lost to the light and the loving we need,
The worst part and you know it,
In your heart and it's growing,
With burnt sage and a forest of bygones,
A list of things I could lay the blame on,
It's this front and center,
Like a dart stuck square in your eye,
Every post you can hitch your faith on,
To make sinking stones fly,
The worst part and you know it,
In your heart and it's growing.