With our backs pressed against skyscrapers wondering why its shadow overtakes us, We are taken for granted by an avid misinterpretation And make love to a woman with no name. Beads of sweat drip down foreheads furrowed and uncovered. Cloud colored concrete embraces broken yellow lines and stumbles drunk to hotel rooms unlocked. Do Not Disturb: Familiar loopholes from unsung hymns tied together like makeshift flesh nooses, Wrapped around and bruising the necks of vodka bottles endless. Florida summer two thousand and nine dead whims on doorsteps Barely breathing birth of a burden unspoken of and buried sentimental. The growth of such things seems benign to the untrained eye. We left one sided arguments uncontested and wrong. Dottels still burning, our last sanctified desire, wretched and sordid. Minds of once laudable nature, now mad and deprived by an imitation of modern art. Unholy abomination! Unholy demerit! Un-holiest of un-holies! The endless deadly sins of a generation's good intentions misplaced Have allowed me to mishandle your vows and drool ecstasy. I trembled through a winter night naked, and cried jazz songs so that I could carry on your inconsistencies. But I quickly lost my way, lost faith, and wrote a sermon in your name. In your name I prey… On those who cannot see the blaze. They say there is no love like a mother's love and it is true! You gave birth to the flame and put faith back into a feeling. Oh, Joan of Arc! Oh, sister of a burning cross! Scatter my ashes over the sea and bathe in my memory. Your heavenly voice precedes you. I can hear you in the yard! I can hear you in my cell! I can hear you in your drunken streets singing: Glory Hallelujah! Will thy angels sing your song Or have they been hung by their own halos as well?