Potluck Eulogy

So now we're nearing the end

And the only things I found to hold up to the light

Are potlucks and death

Casting similar shadows

Of what the fuck am I doing

And what does it matter

Everyone liked the grapes and PBR, by the way

In case you were searching for a eulogy

Oh man, that must mean the whole story

Like eukaryotic and Eucharist

The whole body at work

Listen, I'd crush a stack of holy wafers

Washed down with cheap wine transfigured

Say what you want about the Church,

But Lord I miss the taste of Jesus 

Things they don't sell at the dépanneur!

And things you're not supposed to say!

Not since we left the ancient ways of knowing.

Anyway, I found there is a certain charm

To me bringing PBR to the party

They all say, "Ah! L'américaine!"

And I pledge allegiance to Milwaukee 

We're all dying soon, let's let fun be fun

And fun for me is not necessarily

Other people

The time to leave the party is when 

The grapes are gone and all that's left

Is a wilting winter silhouette

Lain to rest in perforated plastic