so you don't get to be a saint
martyrs never last this long
guess I'll never be the one
to defeat desire in song
here's a marker
here's my naked skin
our exhibit A
put a small x where I lost my way
all the actors broke their legs
and its too late postpone
the producers getting high
and the audience went home
smile and take your awkward bow
turn and stumble off the stage
let the rain be your applause
every encore sooth your rage
squint with one eye on the show tune
wait for your ride to say
oh that's where you must have lost your way
make a phone tune, helicopters squeal
hey are you ok
search lights circle where we lost our way
all our accidents went purposeful and fell
stripped of providence or any way to tell
our intentions were intangible and sweet
stick with simple math and shy discoveries
piled up against our impending defeat