Real Afternoons

There's only one altar

That's the refrigerator

Where you keep your food

Whether you slaughter human, animal, or grapes

It's your altar

The table for your food

Devour God's knowledge

At your altar

In your food you eat

Build your blocks to stand up

Straight and erect



Skank, you skank

Leave

I got away after you left

Now I'm gone, don't see me

Forget and go on somewhere

I forgot now I'm free

I ain't going back to no mystery

These afternoons are real