I’m now covered in dirt,
  but the words are still clean

A vision half dried,
  their stains running deep

The sinners and saints,
  arm in arm at the bar

Each infection they share,
  --- tonight’s hookup and score

Meaningless excuses,
  all scandal affirmed

My bed made with sheets,
  from a brothel once scorned

And as I lie in the shadows,
  with my soul partly damp
  
My words are set free,
  --- to the heavens now stamped

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)