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20070223 - A Free World

from The Song Diary I by Paleo

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A FREE WORLD


Table to plank to corpse to bridge,
knee over ankle, leg under hip.
Pens dragging the beach of a fruit,
shurpas take to hills, take robins from the woods.


I don't like birthdays, I never did.
This downward dog was a sour kid.
And he don't make wishes for life to blow out.
I breathe in when I have to, then I close my mouth.


I am not made of money. The face of love
is fresh and made precious when pressures plays rough.
Diamonds, nickels, pennies, and thoughts:
free spirit in a free world beyond what's bought.


Now it is nighttime of the day I was born,
I take up the scissors and I cut my own cord.


Six inches apart, arch to arch,
tuck in your toes, let the memories march.
Breathing is important, pick up your eaves.
Land, you have houses. Give up your keys.


I don't want presents, but I'll make a list.
My spirit is free, the world is my gift.
I don't like birthdays, I never did.
This downward dog was a sour kid.




DAS - San Francisco, California, USA

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from The Song Diary I, released April 15, 2007

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