Celestial
I ran away from the Babylon.
Sex, pills, and potions excite me no more.
I can’t find my place at the synagogue.
The holiest of saints, but still a sinner, lord.
Please show me the sky through this thunderstorm
I know there’s beauty in a thousand flaws.
The woman of my dreams is sleeping next door.
I send her vibrations of percussive love.
The future is nothing we seem to know.