You might be huddled in a doorway on the make
or just getting by but I don't see it
You are my one shot at glory
Soon I will read in your expression
warmth, encouragement, assent
From an acorn of interest
I will cultivate whole forests of affection
I will analyse your gestures
like centuries of scholars
poring over Jesus' words
Anything that doesn't fit my narrow interpretation
I will carelessly discard
For I am careless I'm shameless and I am reckless
I am telling myself the story of my life