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20060917 - Sunday Prayer XXIII

from The Song Diary I by Paleo

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SUNDAY PRAYER, xxiii


Time & time again,
I blow my kiss away. The wind
and I grow roses in our mouths.
The kids would tease me, tear it out.
There's no one home to knock at will,
off making indians to kill,
flapping our tongues like leather flags.
Trapped in the cake, the burning fag, I am, I am.


Time & time again,
like ink, you dry up on the page,
pens through your hands, a mounted moth.
Pretty as pink your paper cross.
Seven folds to make a crane.
Seven folds, it flies away.
Pull the stage over my eyes,
I'm going to sleep until I die, I am, I am, I am.


But you're a birthday,
deep with the dayshine.
Dusk to a moonbreak,
the dust of keepsakes.


Time & time again, I am, I am.




DAS - Lexington, Kentucky, USA

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from The Song Diary I, released April 15, 2007

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