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.