Gonna steal that concrete praying savior by the side of the road near the farmer's market.
gonna maybe do it some night when there isn't a moon. when i can borrow five glasses of whiskey and a truck.
because there is an entire garden of oxen, flamingos, waterfalls of stone and cold curving breasts
i don't think anyone will miss a son cast out by his father, eyes pleading upward forever
he was right there by the stoplight and the gas station and the american flags
now he is in the woods
when was the last time god answered you anyway