he was a pretty boy
stayed at our house
he took his girlfriend and
they went off to Laos
they took a photo there
of his heart
somethings you should never see
somethings you should never see
somethings you should never see
but there they are
there they are
at the last supper sits
jesus christ
eath his disciples fits
some device
holding double A batteries
on the side
and make the halo
circling round his head
twinkle on and off in red
as he holds up a piece of bread
and rolls his eyes
rolls his eyes
how could that poet stay
such a phrase
ever look an angel straight
in the face
he knows they like to wait in the strangest places
motel rooms pharmacies
photographs batteries
some things you should never see
some things you should never see
but hey
you see them anyway
anyway