Miraclework

All my stoner friends let their telephones ring

I just let the telephone ring.

I've been home for a year.

Miracle work.



I'll go haul

my alcoholic body down to the streets.

And kick and laugh and get kicked in the ass

and wake up next spring.

Miracle work.

In the summer wait for me.



In the summer when the heat wave strikes

the city will too

And i'll just sit in the garbage and shit

and think about you