This tower was raised in the year blank-blank

The year of the crow

The year of our disgrace



I am tucked up here in the shadow of the cross with my ear muffs,

With my quilt and palliase,

Kneeling up but looking down

Like a man at prayer



The Marlboro man



I'm more than content in my snuggery



The Marlboro man



Over there



Over there by my friend the Marlboro man,

Is where I would sit with my morning coffee

Arno's place

It's pinball machine

It's jukebox

The girl with Madonnas face - until she showed her teeth

I would tilt my chair to the wall