The dog eats what you pick off his face.
Is that disgusting, or a form of grace?
Boiled the old futon, let it steep.
Made our thirsty, thirsty Lord a cup of tea.
When things were bad,
I thought the world a bad place to be.
Now things are better,
the world is quite lovely.
It's always mid-morning at the mall.
My lover really knows the way around a funeral.
Later at the church two little sweaty, grunting, wrassling boys.
I asked for forgiveness, was reminded of joy.
I miss him more than I'm allowed to say.
The best jokes in the world can't be explained.
He was famous to me, for what it's worth.
The precious, precious lamb goes uncomplaining forth.
credits
from Food Service,
track released February 14, 2012