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Up here I’m Pausing, pausing, At the sound of voices. Above I’m Stopping, stopping, Just to listen. And I am Laying a hand on the floorboards. And hoping, hoping for peace.
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The Dull Blade
This dream is like a fifty watt lightbulb. This world is like a black lampshade. These people are like fresh baked bread This town is like a dull blade. This ambition is in the jar in my closet These circumstances are in the mailbox. These relationships are in my desk drawer These places are behind the padlocks. My heart and hat are in the suitcase. My ties are to be cut away. ...
Like Mother's Hands
Tracing a knife along your flesh Like your mother pulled her fingers through your hair Tall lumbering boy, with knives like mother’s hands: Take it in like father’s breath. Tracing a hand along your chest Like your mother pulled her fingers through her hair. Tall lumbering boy, with doubt like mother’s hands: Take it in like father’s breath.