lord if you’re there

please answer this drunkard’s prayer

turn water into whiskey 

whiskey into time

get this voice in my head to whisper you’re doing fine

amen

wind o wind won’t you breeze

a little trouble from a trouble-laden tree

bring a mighty storm to sweep me outside

so I can melt back in the rain into the deep and wide

amen

lord sketch my face in the cloud

lay me out on a sunset shroud

perhaps I’ll be spared if I've brought joy to one heart

anyway no one else would want to play this part

amen

river of gold bathe this lamb

I confess I’ve forgotten who I am

dry hymnal mouth I kiss the bottle like a wife

transparent 

hollow 

a man 

a life

amen

lord hear my prayer

if you’re there lord if you still care

for a peat smoke smudge in a mirrored hall

obsolete dime waiting for your call

amen

amen

amen