Drunkard's Prayer.

God give me the strength to smoke these Lucky's

and get away with it, until the time comes to stop.

God give me the courage to stand up

in the face of this drunk on the street.

Set on breaking me into little pieces

of his own frustration.

God give me the wisdom to know when to start

and when to quit because

God knows starting in the morning with a shot of 'wake-up'

and ending with 22 ounces of 'goodnight' is too much for me.

God give me what I need because

this speed will make my days snowball

so fast I won't know what to see.

God give me the eyes to see the future

and what's behind me because

that pack of wolves growling through the streets

is following me around every corner.

waiting for a weakness to show.

God give me the strength to stand up

and fall down, walk around,

look around, breath

and see because God knows it's all getting the better of me.

God deliver me from evil, inside and outside of me.

I Used to Feel Like Ira Hayes.

Quiet in a room that's booming.

Hold fast to arms of a chair in the middle of the room.

Half empty bottle screaming my name.

Skidding into a beckoning whisper...

Ira... Ira...   Ira Hayes.

Drink myself into a sway.

Drinking into conversation.

Quiet at first across from someone.

Laugh and nod and laugh again.

Half full with intention,

clumsy me, doing okay now.

Drink myself into an interest.

Drink myself into a 'man'.

Drinking into a relationship.

Drinking myself out of a friendships.

Too loud and too angry.

Loving and hating in every sentence.
Half empty of courage,
Too weak and sloppy to keep going.

Drink myself into a coma.

Drink myself out of you.

Drink myself into heaven.

Drink myself out of here.