Heads up for this joker Hand on the heart Pledge to a false flag Shout from the Sundays Hallelujahs condescending The joy was showing Praise in one ear And out the other You'd curse your own name You'd curse your brother How can a man sing With the choir apart My lips were moving No soul or heart Gifts of wine for me A pass of hands for thee Late on arrival I wrote your name in a book Traded in papers I asked them all Longing for someone to add my own name Pens of fountain ink, written in feather Acrylic on leather, birds claw untethered My word is divine, I control the weather Forget the long season My path transcribed The long handshake Whisper from the midday Perspective hushed Tasking just for tips Golden sings that have been sung Wise ass wisdom, wasted on the young Spend your mornings thinking about the night Don't carry fire, you can use my light