Saint Bonnies

I live down the street from a church
A Catholic church, if that matters
Its nickname is Saint Bonnies, at least in our parts we nick name it thus
I use it as a direction to get to my house

Pass Luke’s super Liquors, and coming up on your right Is saint bonnies. Take a left on the street across from it, im the second house on the right.

So when I tell you to get to my house I use two landmarks that house,
Well that house two pretty conmen vices


You have to cross a major street to get to the church
I prefer it this way
I was walking on my side of the street, heading home from drinking
No one really walks home in this town, especially on a cold night like this particular one
It must have been late because I only looked up when cars would pass,
The lights would catch my eyes, and I wasn’t looking up much.
Coming to the left I should take, my head went right
The church lights were on
Standing still, that drunk still that is actually moving with the world,
I watched as people paced by the windows, slow, but happy,
If you can pace in a happy manor
What were they doing at church this late
Was it late
I don’t know how long I stared at them, or it
But my noise was running and hands turned red
That red that reminds you that you need blood to move
Now I was drunk on wine, so I should have plenty of his blood left in me
I wish that were true, that he were true
I wish I could pace in my house, happy