Brian Borcherdt 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
