Prayer

Legs will creak, wooden chairs will lean back
and the pigeons swarm the empty pockets
of the peddlers looking to making a buck
but there's only money in carpentry.

False positives will spur the debate
when it stops, the the wards will unfold
and the flop will then uncover
the facade we've been hiding under.

Shimmy down the chimney, quick
and before the rooster wakes the neighbors.
Always under the radar, hiding.
You're always with him, always confiding.

The green strikes me as a defense
for pretending to accept the complacent.
When in my head, I'm super and
I'm the most capable man.

Tell me what you saw in me
and if it's nights like these still keep you up.
When the sirens stop, I'll fall asleep
as soon as we get on our knees.