I Come Down

I come down
 And don't know
 Who I was
 Or where I was
 I come down
 And the tattoos
 Of distant avenues
 Litter my skin
 Like the junk of fallen thieves
 I come down
 And I have myself
 Been crucified
 Against myself
 Once again
 On my knees
 Once again
 On my knees
 Once again
 On my knees
 Once again
 On my knees
 Once again
 On my knees
 I come down
 I come down
 I come down
 And belief is a residue
 Of everything seeming man made
 And none too pure
 I come down
 A cadaver
 Hanging there in thin air
 Like so many forgotten sons
 Or bugs who just float thru thin air
 I come down
 And don't know
 Who I was
 Writing and saying things
 That resemble
 Just because
 A madman
 A saint
 A trickster
 A megalomaniac
 A poet
 And even
 A human being
 And even
 A human being
 On my knees
 On my knees
 On my knees
 Once again
 On my knees
 On my knees
 On my knees
 Once again