I'll hear your confession.

I'll tell you how to punish you,
wipe the sin side clean of bits and pieces
left when the corpse is buried.

a knock on my attic walk up
no good reason for a visit

I'm in arrears with child support.
I might join the Army if nothing else.
Maybe I'll believe in God and pray
for a miracle at bedtime on my knees.

I'll drink a 12 pack and smoke Lucky's
and read Peoples Almanac listening
to Beethoven and Holst.