Wednesday 24 September 2008 photo 2/2
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and i miss home, i miss the closets, the windows, the hallways
and when we are gone, who will keep up the garden?
like a mother calling her boy, i am so unsafe
she can’t do it alone but
there’s nothing stronger than her prayers.
nothing stronger than the smell of reds. my fathers reds
under bridges waiting to look forward, waiting for rushes ends
living in the moment is the homeless mantra, they know the busiest streets
all we have is letting sleeping dogs lay
your face lit up and for once, i enjoyed where i was
the truth is jade plants die, the truth is muscles atrophy
softening your skin and hardening mine
everyone cares, every eye carelessly tiptoes around you, watching you,
they’ll wear black ties, and as they applaud, i’ll count claps
Like the fig tree the master cursed
The arms that gave us life
Take so much more
Annons