"I am grateful to say, when quizzed, as I am thoroughly today,

'Wher've you been, where've you been, where've you been?'"

I steadfastly say, "I am come to church."

'As they can ask me questions of God again and again,till God has come home

And I will always have an answer.'

But of alcohol my heart beats hard inside my head and it hangs thereof.'

 

A fisher of men, my net hangs lowly

gathering the dregs in its wire

dished up with fag ash and bottle banks

the spaces fill up sour

and i fill up my heart with the chance meeting of a knave

a clear blue eyed boy stinking of piss near the gutters of my Lord's house.

 

AND they batter him with questions and riddles

yet I offer him a cup of tea.

And he sits in his piss stink belittled when had thought

the barrell was bottomless enough.

 

I leave in my own resentments fatigued.

'I leave you with their failings'

In hope that I can't see my own

Maybe this wretch soul is saveth

but I doubt it

I doubt

and so it goes...