midnight.

Boy in the dirt
One bright light overhead
Your mama~s in the bar a few doors down.
You're digging holes.
You're digging holes.

Nearly midnight, here you are,
You and a friend in a pothole in the road.
Your sister's in your mama's lap, where angry words fly back and forth
Over empty cups.
What are you building?
What are you building?
What are you building that she will never see?

Precious boy, I'll scoop you up...
But you're not mine. You are not mine.
10 steps from my gate...
Lord,
what are you building that I will never see?

soon going.

Surreal, fast-coming,
sudden jump-of-worlds !
...... I do better right now when I try
to be fast-moving, too, to match it.

Up and doing,
not still and thinking.

Oh, God,
no way for me to make this good;
but You, You, God, do wonders.
!