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SUNDAY PRAYER, xlviii
Time & time again,
he has a list of timeless titles
for a book he'll never write,
lay down his life for every line.
Tin foil windows in on my world,
an angus cage with golden bars
for those who draw the shortest pen,
deep in my throat. Mumbletypeg, I am, I am.
Time & time again,
money talks a talk so cheap
to happy fatcats in the tetons,
to people sleeping with the street on
meth. A million dollar vote,
the only name left in the polls.
This time I want you to come to me.
For me this time, the drug is free. I am, I am, I am.
But you're a birthday,
deep with the dayshine.
From dusk to moonbreak,
the dust of keepsakes.
Time & time again, I am, I am.
DAS - Casper, Wyoming, USA
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