The men arrive with
eyes full of rain and
cracked fists that open slowly
as winter branches do in Spring
The lies are traded to
the ceiling like
baseball cards exchanging
hands of some youth far away
Coffee breath halos rise
towards the fluorescent lights where
God hangs flickering like
a motel vacancy sign
Perhaps they think we all
will be saved.
Perhaps they hope for
God
to save us?
I think they want another drink.
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 3:20 PM UTC
The men arrive with
eyes full of rain and
cracked fists that open slowly
as winter branches do in Spring
The lies are traded to
the ceiling like
baseball cards exchanging
hands of some youth far away
Coffee breath halos rise
towards the fluorescent lights where
God hangs flickering like
a motel vacancy sign
Perhaps they think we all
will be saved.
Perhaps they hope for
God
to save us?
I think they want another drink.
