driving past that church on Beaverdam

laying
lying
laying
lying

only belly sounds
squeals and the grinding of gears
in the still mid morning
-angry morning

what do you want

what do YOU want
I count the prayers...

well you shouldn't
i lost my smile.....
a million miles from home

what do YOU WANT???
i
hear them scream at me
as i blow past the graveyard
but i can't make sense
of a single word said

i am sure,
in a way
it's pretty close to
slow down

in a grandmother's way
-or like an angry old man