Corn liquor warmth
pliable cotton candy…nay, no ne’er-do-well
My jade stone stops to bask in redemption and throws aside, the withered consumption
To err, I acquiesce, human nature
Thus, in the thick of morning’s ray, I am not the only one
Sunday without a shower…
Filters of orange peel for rejoice-ful hours
And, I see,
…my light come shining
From the west down to the east
Any day now, any day now
I shall be released