Ratcheting wakeups phase in
Blow your face with water drops
Gargle out toothpaste and remnants
Of yesterday’s booze

Riding the valkyrie horse
The morning shuffles in
Buses and taxis around the city gloom
Breathe in the emissions

I go to St. Patrick’s church
To hear about your transgressions
To learn about your pain
To masturbate to your voice patterns

I know you’ll come
You always come and pray
And beg and whine and cry
And I am always there for you