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20060902 - The Burning Bush

from The Song Diary I by Paleo

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THE BURNING BUSH


Don't forget about
dangers our mother
warned about,
forgot about:


The whistling harbor,
and the numbers they buried here.


Don't forget about
milestones our moses
rumored about,
forgot about:


The goddess of rooftops,
a snuff constellation
of all the king's horses
and all the king's men,
in a field by a forest of leaves.


Don't forget about
lessons our father
beat around,
forgot about:


Mornings as Linda,
a drop in the bucket,
my drop in the bucket.
My memory got killed here
by prom kings of catfights
made up from scratches.
My whip that got cracking.
My number that's crunched in
a book that was burned by
the dust turned to ashes
more lasting than love,
more rewarding than buying,
and hotter than hell, and
more final than dying.
Like a butterfly travelling,
and living a full life,
she sinks through her big bed,
a queenbed of pine nails,
her eyes full of smiling,
and the hands of her army
are galloping through me,
their horseheads on brooms
breach the sun on a donkey,
the world riding footsteps
to the deep end of nothing,
her mouth barely moving,
I'll see you around and around.
The light's at the top of her eyes.


So don't forget about
the lightness the sunbirds
chirp about,
forgot about:


Death in the alley,
and long looks on bright sides of life.




DAS - Allston, Massachusetts, USA

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from The Song Diary I, released April 15, 2007

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