Man at the Window

Dog-faced man at the window
Holding cigarettes & whiskey
Holed up in a spilt-rebuilt city
Where angels with burnt wings
Weep chained to roofless churches
And ghosts of sinners roam free
For the passed out & pissed on
Seeking fleshy sins, the cocks of boars
One more smoke, one more stroke

And the dog-faced man

Just can’t drink anymore
Just can’t think anymore
He feels sick
He feels sick to his stom—
And out comes his heart