Fine china 

A glass of cheap red wine 

The trimmings and fixings 

A plate of sweet peas and swine 

 

Open the windows for wind 

Open the doors if he comes this time 

Open up the floodgates for the drunk endeavors 

Maybe it will open up your mind 

 

Set up in white lace and porcelain  

Prepared for the honorary feast 

On bare hands and knees 

I’ve been cooking for so long, 

The neighbors ought to have called in a priest 

 

In the center lies the Holy Book 

Say a prayer for all the time it took 

I’ve been waiting on his call for so long  

I took the phone off the damn hook 

 

Yet this table is set and prepped for two 

An indulgence for mouth and hungry eyes 

I raise my glass for a toast as comrades do 

But the only one here is me and not you 

 

Candles of myrrh and incense are lit 

I light a cigarette with the flames  

And take one exhausted hit  

The familiar wood chair I sink into 

Where alone in obedience I sit.