This is what happens when your shadow
A bottle of cheap rum
& the stillness left over by strange women
Who once walked your periphery for money & warmth
Are the only things left to your hands to hold
I'll tell you
You pick up your sticks
& if they do not vomit fire
You pick up your stones
Leave the devil in you to his loneliness
& woes
Leave him to his grief
It is true you're often a rainy day
But it's okay to enjoy the slap of sunlight on your face
Wear your empty pockets - like your scars - inside out
Let them french the wind until money unseals its lips
Healing is but the cry of a newborn baby
So let the pain outweigh the pride
Do not follow Jesus
Be Jesus
Walk on water
Then turn it to wine
Laughter - however lonely - should be road marks
Leading you into dance
You're more than that wild thing stuck between god's teeth
