Holy Ghost

Drunk bones in the basement, rotten smells upon the floor

A broken man slumped on a crate and staring down

Lighting fires and snipping wires, praying to the ceiling

Pulling up his stomach, gray and green and brown

The upstairs neighbor asked him up, said he could stay a while

Help with the chores, do the wash, sweep the stairway too

He looked up every day, he looked down every night

Swept the stairs and watched - what could you do, what could you do?

Holy Ghost, the clouds are calling, calling you

I overheard the Holy Ghost

He said he might have been a spy

Hanging out with bishops and nuns

Eating gooseberry pie

In cahoots with the guy in the cellar

Or the man upstairs

I heard a door creaking at night

But I couldn't tell where

Gangs are forming on the ground

The Caves versus the Clouds

One soul paces up and down

Referee in a dirty, dirty town